In your time,
The innocence will fall away.
In your time,
The mission bells will toll.
All along
The corridors and river beds,
There'll be sign
In your time.
Towering waves
Will crash across your southern capes.
Massive storms
Will reach your eastern shores.
Fields of green
Will tumble through your summer days
By design
In your time.
Feel the wind,
And set yourself the bolder course.
Keep your heart
As open as a shrine.
You'll sail the perfect line.
And after all
The dead ends and the lessons learned,
After all
The stars have turned to stone,
There'll be peace
Across the great unbroken void,
All benign,
In your time.
You'll be fine
In your time.