we lost ourselves when the sun went down
and down she went below,
I fell dead in your ghostly grasp,
as I squandered my last breath,
as the cold set in, I felt the pinch,
of knowing no one, not even myself,
Lost Kids, no one noticed,
North be cold, bitter and sweet,
bold as ice to a summer breeze,
keep me here, roots tethered and still,
bound by stone where your rivers fold,
Lost Kids, no one noticed.
credits
from Silflay,
released December 1, 2022
Written by Cud Eastbound
Producer Jim Bryson