the lonely road to greatness when all is lost, the band plays on, with angels forward, angels back above a great light that calls us to our knees. before us mist so dense that only a child can lead.
know the secret that secrets are no more. So where is the heart of the matter? Where lays the heart? In tears our path becomes the only way to follow. The choice has been made. We dance the tears, we dance the sun we twirl into the moon and fly our ark to safe shores. As the glistening waters command our salutations and respect. No more are we blind, no more zombie living the rot and filth of the lying tongue.
