go.

the world flies by
i could not watch it go
the stars, the sky
the lights they all go low

the songs, they cry
a heart must take the blow
the shades pass by
the wind it just said 'go'

the sun is shy
it hides away it's glow
the words run dry
i wish it all could flow

but know this sigh
my soul it needs to grow
im not so high
my heart still needs to know

hear the sound of the soul

there must be a place in the world for us.
there must be, and a place not simply good but a place that is home.
I know not what lies ahead but I know this:

an eternal search, a chasing after a silhouette in the horizon.
it knows not fatigue and it knows not shame.
ask, you may, and it perhaps shall be given. or perhaps it shall not.

which do you believe?

simply, the solution of life stands not simply as a solution, but of beautiful words and works crafted by worn hands and a contrite soul. of ravishing refrains sung by eternal voices of smooth gold.

it is this, simply because the road is deadly narrow and the future dim - a mere flickering candle in the darkened distance. seek it true, will you not? or will you perhaps watch it fade into the crumbling night?

sing for me, sing for the songs of old. beyond the beauty, beyond the heart, simply of truth beyond knowledge and a future ever unknown.

walk into the void, courage as steel and relentless. believe. tread the narrow path. hear your voices ring through the night.

watch now the heavens part, watch now the winds succumb. watch now the world oblige.

watch us sing.

Life.

Swallow your dreams; take it like a man. That is what they say; all the time.

But when the world brings you but unknowns and variables, the strongest men wilt and the tides of change sweep us off our feet. The world knows not what it does.

Do you?

They say the winds of change can be harvested, the sands of time calmed. They promise you the sky and beyond, when they know not what they promise of. Trust, you can. Hurt, you also can. Know, can you know?

They tell you a million things, a billion things, all about your life and the world around you. They tell you what you want to know; rather they tell you what to want. They tell you what a good life means and they tell you what you need.

They know not of your heart, the yearnings of your soul, and the hunger in your veins. The stream of hope and love, of legendary passion, of a miracle merely unlived. What future awaits us, had this stream been freely flowing?

Life waits not for man, and truly, no future waits for you. You fight, no flight, you slice and dice it all out. No life is unable, no passion for naught. The future is your choice.

They speak of what they believe in, they believe in what they speak of. The cycle never falls to black; the tyranny of repetition sells your heart.

I believe in truth; in care and in love. In light beyond darkness, hearts beyond minds. In unity above battles, and in the never-ending flow of hope within the confines of all our souls – merely trapped, never vanquished.

Awake. Sing. Rejoice and smile at the beauty of this world before you fall any further. 

Pick yourself up. Never let you go.

Live.