When the sounds of end come

When you get all you wanted and the world becomes small you’ll see a moments blinded and a shadow standing tall saying come back home son there’s more to do son don’t forget where you been love and that this too will end when the sands have shifted and your flesh strikes the grain time sits like a mountain while the wind howls in the refrain saying come back home son there’s more to do son don’t forget where you’ve been love and that this too will end and when our tears come like waves we crash on reminding us it’s all been building to every moment we lived and so you come back home son cause there’s more left to do love and we break through to freedom as the sounds of the end come we done lived a full life a thousand days and forty nights it’s our time before it’s gone so we learn slow what we want and we come on back home son when there’s no more to do son remember where we’ve been love cause this too will end.

-Karan Singh & The Freshwater