Wings of dust through empty land,
Flutter high, above so grand,
Become entrenched, mud and dirt,
No more once dead, no more inert.
Thy weakened wings, strong and true,
Thy strengthened wings, fly on through,
Thy dust of wings, on heaven’s spread,
Thy empty land, no more once dead.
Sprout true and free, all of ye,
Slow the grow, ye ever know,
Ticks and tocks, ye wait for long,
Upon the never ending song.