Beyond the back row off the beat and path step into a field of dying blades of grass so thick 
I have to use my hands and slowly sinking in quicksand 
I'll pull away till 
I can see again 
Staring down with a kiss from the sky unsure what feeds the flame 
I know a secret way unclear the reason why 
I'll go in hopes to find between the field now and the river bed inching closer to the waters edge 3 rocks separate the flow each stride 
I chip away the stone every breath 
I pray a miracle raining down like a kiss from the sky unsure what feeds the flame 
I know a secret way unclear the reason why 
I'll go in hopes to find setting foot on solid ground again at the hillside's steepest climb nearing the top 
I seem among the clouds staring down like a kiss from the sky unsure what feeds the flame 
I know a secret way unclear the reason why 
I'll go in hopes to find