Night Owl

On it's face a whole lifetime of experiences all truly lived

A long deep furrow of who wanted to live

and talk to the sky

A man walks bent forward on the path

that leads to home

In the night blowing wind – Owl hunting stops the run

The heat of a blind summer and I know

the smell of dead grass

Frost of a snowy winter cold feet that

sink but you cannot stop it

A man walks bent forward on the path

that leads to home

In the night blowing wind

Owl hunting stops the run

Poor dear they seek the bent man

but he's not there neither his melody

While they dance rising and falling on music

A song that kills everything else around

A man walks bent forward on the path

that leads to home

In the night blowing wind

Owl hunting stops the run