Let the passing years sing thy name.
Unsurfaced feelings rekindle a small flame,
Fading slowly as thee pass the horizon.
Afar from me, I tend to mend what's broken.

My gaze never leave the blazing stars.
Tears breathing life to sealed scars.
A new cold wind of uneasiness blew
Decorating the nearby life with dew.

Embracing the truth would be a beautiful lie,
A hollow soul left with lifeless cry.
Soon I will come to an impasse,
A new dawn will eventually come to pass.

I wish to walk through this turmoil,
To a place where ravaging ideas reconcile.
Gradually surpassing the state of a wizen,
As I climb above the horizon.