I walk that lonely range each night,
past that ridge damaged deeply true.
To blind myself from my site,
all because I walked away from you.
I follow those memories to my seat,
and gaze across to the valleys distant shore.
Where I wait for you with me to meet,
of which I have done this many times before.
This view across to a reflections side,
where my pride and hope lay still.
I can see the best of me has died,
behind myself watching you to me kill.
I walk that lonely range to my sight,
and force myself to look ahead.
Knowing its blindness is painfully bright,
it numbs me to all my sunken dead.
I follow those memories to the valleys ledge,
hoping to get a glimpse of you.
Placing my life on its edge,
I search the vastness of my review.
This view I see behind my eyes,
simple and with a darkened skew.
It\'s where I come to watch myself die,
it\'s the only place I\'m with you.