To find purpose
On an empty street
To witness wonder
In the horrifying deep
In my secret mind
A vast library I keep
Materials that knows only margin
Never swaying sides to the people I meet
I haven't quite found
What I'm meant to say
After all life is but a message
Where others embrace or chose to look away
To bob on the currents of love
Seeking grace from an unknown above
To challenge the dust of sand
To know the rumors of the land
A brutal trial by fire
Ice
Wind
And Song
You Knew the bloody way all along
Only now death and rebirth
Had solidified your path
On it's own stained foundation
Of what's considered right.
