View Of A Million Trees

As I climb mount Parafac

With the weight of the urns on my back

I grieve you.

I grieve the four of you.

As I reach the snowbound rock

With the weight of the earth on my back

I must leave you.

I must heave you to the winds.

View of a million trees

Brings this sorrowed king to his knees

View of a million trees

I am not what I once was

Before these four deaths because

Each tore out and gored my battered heart.

A man awake but with no breath

Part of me torn out with each death

Alive, yet dying for rebirth.

View of a million trees

And a sky burial for thee

Too much death around me

To ever be reborn.

Too much death around me.

I must put these ghosts to rest.

A thousand lakes crowned in pine

Gleam beneath this mountain spine

Relieve you

Receive you in their midst.

Would that you could see this aerial

Altar at your skyward burial.

Fly, fly on the four winds!

View of a million trees.

I feel the death release me.

My spirit becoming clean.

I feel the death release me.

I lay what I was to rest.

I can feel the silence,

All across the land,

Bearing peace and solace

To this sorrowed man.

I can feel the silence,

Misting whisper song,

Lifting off the burden

I've worn for so long.