Discovery

The road is over, I guess it's time to fly;
The only reason is to be, the only unspeakable is the question why.
I found myself at this road's end, even though I ran away;
And the blackness that I created, gave me the gift of clay.
I guess it's time to fly my friend, I know now it never mattered;
A new beginning is at the end, fresh dreams arise from the shattered.
My feet no longer affixed to the earth, a prisoner of passion;
My prison took the way of all flesh, but in your eyes I witnessed my birth.
So if you walk your path my friend, I know it's dark and long;
Trade the dagger at your heart, for your self-discovered song.


Copyright 1988-2008

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