The Believer

I can't imagine that's my problem
I'm searching always for better weather
The coast is rough and the tide is running
I'll chase my shadow till I remember

The fine and free days have gone to storming
I spend my time with joy and sorrow
But one is dying and one is crying
I may not be around tomorrow

My dearest friends are total strangers
I call them heroes they call me lonely
I wish them wisdom and self-destruction
And hope some day they'll come to know me

The forest grows around my door now
And I am dreaming of a meadow
Where I may lie in frosty sunlight
Far between the earth's grey shadow

No, I'm not a god for certain
There are steps we all must follow
He's a beggar and king babe
He's a falcon and a swallow