I dream of the days of glory;
so men could find it daily
to inspire those who are down.
When no one is around,
may life leave you it’s foundation of beauty.
Beauty inspired by the art of men;
who dreamed so large to mend,
what was broken in death,
be brought back into depth,
knew that life itself was larger then God.
May we extend ourselves farther than god,
because the radicals of evil violate the good.
The intentions of men
be wiser then The Ten
so we can live in the days of glory.