An end of steps that begin
One by one from young to old
No foot to pass the same again
Tread the waters no side to hold

Present unwraps the gift inside
To borrow not mine colour of blue
Tap to hold the steam that cried
Words began inside of truth

Stand still and listen the tracks of fast
Pull up the arms held down to sore
No flicking back forever I ask
The day is now,  not before