Two weeks on
Gazing out on the beauty
Of the Blue Ridge at night
And the dawn
Creeps up behind the
Distant light of Lynchburg
The lightning flashes of what we were
Flicker on the hazy horizon
And like their torrents, my tears
Roll down this cold, cold rock

Two weeks on
Staring deep unto the dark
Of the mountains I’ve climbed
And if quiet
You may hear the sound
Of this world collapsing
The final pangs of what we had
Flash briefly in our silence
And like my hopes, my dreams
Quickly fade into the black

Two weeks on
The hope is almost gone
I hear your voice
I see your smile
And I just feel so alone