It is a wish to share, a burning desire
The curtain that falls, o' the burden
Simple, no less, nothing but pushing it higher
Squeezing the spirit the limit

A step, simply part of the walk
Its been writing on the board, the chalk
Shall it leads to somewhere, somehow
The question, the begining, it's noun

It is a risk, one's duty
Armed with convictions, assumption
Could be right, could be wrong
Certainly not vanity