Muscles straining, rigid steel bands working, the man machine grinding his gears, turning the strength of years into toil. His blood begins to boil. Sweat upon sweat, blood and tears, till death return him to soil. And for what was this sacrifice made? These wages paid in time passing, age amassing in wasted years and fears of death. Fears of last breaths, jagged and gasping, eyes wide and scared, that remember laughing in those pleasant fields of fire. The open rolling desire that love embraced erased our anger, our hour of ire, and covered us in it's shelter. The shodow of it's promise given that while we're alive we have the hope of truely living, truely loving. Hand in hand to kiss the souls and never feel the cold. Never let it go, never let it go! That one precious thing that suffering subsides, suffer the sting and sing in a voice of grace in this race against minutes and seconds that steal away our hearts and the bonds they hold to eachother.