The Hope's of my darkest night gazing watered in my past.
Beating streams louder splashes of dripples drawn.
Wandering the highest of everest walls.
The eyes present when the rising Sun comes.

Melting red and freezing blues.
Talking wrecking bridges and breaking brides.
Whose tomorrow is better now and today's choice.
The choice again is your fates call to greatness only.

Breaking bonds and balance all.
Who would test the touch of natures call?
Always tougher than my critic thoughts.
Silence for wisdom talk louds in that empty drum.