here we go again

here we go again and in the wind we found the grass over the hill and down the plunder this and have the mother
winter sets the sun before the fun is done and blind we wander to the whisper of the silence in the never ending black we find what we lost and if there ever was a way to win a watch a time to tick across the span of our existence even in this time fulfilled journey the success is not a victory worth the when we win we never wonder whether we should weather this resistance