I don't believe in destiny and I definitely don't believe in God.
I might believe in fate, but I can't define it.
I don't know if I know anything when you look at the big picture.

Maybe I believe things happen for a reason or if they don't,
they happen anyway and it matters.  It all definitely matters.

What I'm saying is, I'm sure that I've finally climbed to the highest cliff I could find
and the hike was ****    sometimes,
(although the days of glory still permeate through my smiles),

but I'm finally at the peak and there's a ******* valley of evergreens and daisies below me,
and it's like every rock that pierced through the lines on my hands,
and the gallons of run off that kept my bare-skinned feet from solidity,

scraping my shins daily, had to do so; for the lasting.
No other hill could have led to a clearing as beautiful as this.
The valley is you.


The valley is you.