For all needing not the liar    He’s been driven away.   En route to plain sceneries    The son has paved the way.      For all needing not the liar    He’s been goaded away.      On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds    Standing firm, reciting out loud    Through withering meadows, trudging hard    Harmony found.       Slowing down life in the name of    Growing out of the frames    Air and space to breathe in chaos    Leading back to the trail.       Tomorrow will claim    Today still surrender    from depleting reserves.       Our low lands of grain    speak in need of time    for hearts to be preserved.       Wounding the gracious heart    Recover from the salty dunes    Spirit in the quiet tunes    Decide to tack and wait for all already said.       For all needing not the liar    It’s been driven away.    En route to fields of founding    The four limbs taking the nails.      On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds    Standing firm, reciting out loud    Through withering meadows trudging hard    Harmony found.