- Exile -

Frozen memories of long ago,
Drift back into my mind.
Things I wanted to forget,
Of days I left behind.

Cold is the winter wind,
That seeks to bring me down.
Haunting is the cry the rings,
A call I wish to drown.

Too far have I wandered,
Too long my soul does seek.
My heart no longer will allow,
My spirit has grown weak.

I yearn that I could wish upon,
The stars so far above.
Oh that my Father would attend to,
My longing plea of love.

Again the whispers I do hark,
Flowing o'er the wind.
I know that I shall see again,
All that I left behind.

For now the shadows have descended,
On my path fall patches of gray.
Yet the dark I no longer fear,
The stars shall light my way.

Frozen memories of long ago,
Drift back into my mind.
Now I cling hopefully,
To days I left behind.