Way Through Woven Branches

He and I
Seek the silent
Halfway through, begin

Traveling in the woven branches of only one

Got your fallen dream
Dead from the living trees
My trial now
Let come to pass
He and I on a silent path

This is the way we know we go on

This is the hope
Woven branches
Falling (?)
Take our weights

I see this (save us?) down this way, a place (of lights?)

So it comes to pass
We go our separate ways
A solitary course
To a place of rest

Passing (pass it?) through the golden grey
This is the way
The only way

On a course (it calls?)
Bring them to
Our place of rest