As I walk up and down these crying roads,
everyone wants to, but no one knows.
Phone calls from the afterlife,
they tell me never take these feelings in strife.


This life is just a moment
with an end in sight.
I build my treasures
for a different life, with a greater might.
Figure out what shall be done,
we all have something to overcome.
Lord, I want to soak up Your Hevenly Spirit.
I want to be so close, that I can hear it.


As I walk up and down these dying roads,
fools try to condemn me for what I chose.
I try to not partake in this fabricated world,
for the world will never heal you.
It will only steal you.
When everything is tossed aside,
we are either the thief or the king.
These life morals are everything I sing.

The structures in the clouds.
Sky castles of tomorrow.
Kingdoms of the sky.  
Above world.

I walk the trails of Below world.
With serenity above.
The view of views.
Vaults of heavens and Cities of Arcadia.

I fish the ponds and brooks.
For a late dinner with her.
The evening skies bring the lights.
Hevenly lanterns of Above world.

We dine under the Sky Kingdoms.
As the evening gives way to the night.
The moons ride high.
One crescent and half full.

All is beautiful.