Kyrie

The wind blows hard against this mountain side across the sea into my soul It reaches into where I cannot hide setting my feet upon the road My heart is old it holds my memories my body burns a gemlike flame Somewhere between the soul and soft machine is where I find myself again * Kyrie eleision down the road that I must travel Kyrie eleision through the darkness of the night Kyrie eleision where I going will you follow Kyrie eleision in a highway in the light When I was young I thought of growing old of what my life would mean to me Would I have followed down my chosen road? Or only wished that I could be * REPEAT * REPEAT