From the recording Roughing It

The first song I wrote this year; it was my first attempt at songwriting in a long time.

Lyrics

All is silent, all is still
An empty canopy above
When man has given out the last of his goodwill
But not yet given into love

Across this wasted no man's land
Ravaged, cold, left for dead
I hear a scandalous whisper and
I give an ear to what it said

'This is not the end
No, this is not the end
From the ashes of your hope, a flame
Will spark and burn again
So lift your heart and lift your eyes
And watch the dead of winter rise'

One by one, the flowers wake
Beckoned by the cardinal's song
It laughs at what the winter thought that it could take
'Cause it knew better all along

As the sparrow spreads its wings
And stakes its claim to the sky
What was a whisper becomes the shout
Of creation's rallying cry

This is not the end
No, this is not the end
From the ashes of your hope, a flame
Will spark and burn again
So lift your heart and lift your eyes
And watch the dead of winter rise

It's bold as a lion
and bright as the dawn
Better days are coming, yeah
Our hope is not undone

This is not the end
No, this is not the end
The summer sun will come and
Warm your weary soul again
So lift your heard and lift your eyes
And watch the dead of winter rise
Watch the dead of winter rise