heroes and old ghosts

And would my tears fall into the sky
where heroes and old ghosts go to die
another winter here in the white hills
over green and pleasant yet distant lands
strange arms came to hold me in the night
just another layover until the morning light

won't someone tell me all the secrets
that I long to let go of
to throw into the wind
dismiss like a careless thought
I know...
it goes on and on
and on and on
and on....