To go further than victory, to write beyond history;
“We are the world’s seekers for death upon her eyes.”
For mysteries we care not about her lies,
for strength we search love, love in her eyes.
To speak loudly. To wander…. slowly.
We treasure the beauty in her eyes.
Tonight my heart is light, and my spirit is rising tears of cries.
“To start over again?”
For I’m afraid of what’s now to be…..
To wake up with sunrise, forgotten pain the unwise.