Up from the need for changing
There came a fair escape
A path of shifting sparrows
Not long enough to take

The fires of home still burning
And snow on roads so cold
Has left the mind learning
Has caused the time to fold

The morning hours you wasted
Will no less lead to fate
The poison you are tasting
Has long been on your plate

Your heart rolls like a wheel on
The coach that carries your brains
It's led by four gray ponies
A puppet at the reins

As promises left open
And lives you thought could wait
Now cast an eerie twilight
On heaven's open gate