Farther than the farthest we will ever be ..
but closer than the closest we will ever seem .
Tighter and wiser do the bonds grow ,
stronger and deeper does the hounds follow .
Lovelier and beautiful it ever stays,
among the wicked eyes that preys.
Wars and wages follow ,
to hound the wicked hollow.
The only things worthy ,
the only things that matter ,
the only sentences that come
are the pleas full of sorrow ,
but the things that give me strength ,
are my best friends help ,
their love makes me  go on .
Their  cheers make me tear past the veils .
I'm way to lucky , its the truth.
i know that you are jealous ,
and its your fates fruit ........