When I hear the tunes of triumph, I see you walking forward to war. I allure on you to see the light yet, I see you just have eyes for the fight to come.
At the point when your words affix you to trepidation and the firm grasp of yesterday clutches you. I ponder what trust there is in your today to take off.
In spite of the fact that situated, I see stars up ahead you yet standing you say they are yet lights, you appear to extinguish each smooth shine with your fluid hesitant trepidation.
What more is anticipated from me if not give you a chance to slither till you understand you are because of fly and fly you should however it may postpone.