The Will Of The Wisps Dan Bull

Sometimes the lifeboat to which our hope is tethered
Is but a floating feather
Blown in zephyrs in the soaking weather
The mist and the smoke envelop
A mystery, a missed envelope
An unopened letter
Wrote instead of
Letting these emotions
Go through the motions, ever
Hope is a coping method
Is a mechanism
Letting us get rid of the foreboding peril
Say no to the Devil
To the toad in the hole
That we know can control
On a whole new level
Mill wheel turning
Fear will turn into cheer
Chilled, flowing in vessels
How long have we known each other?
Would you rather go alone instead of
Getting thrown together
With a ghost in a lonesome bed
I bet it goes through your head, huh?
If we won't keep our head up
And we don't keep ahead
I bet we won't keep our head above the ocean
Then and we'll recede to the seas
That are deep below these heavens
Knees trembling