Far and wide I have searched in copper fields  
Stories of loss and tales of good fortune
Around the world twice with our weary heels
Which bare the sweet memories with caution
Worn thin by questions and become by fear
Artificial spirits fueled by turning heads
Still many adventures await me here
However, the tongue can stain the eyes deep red
Watching as the ceremonies unfold
The new moons and stars now show who they are
The future and the outcomes, all untold
So much pressure, failing to reach the bar
Band together as brothers and sisters
Together we can survive these blisters