Roaming these lands often I cry these tears,
Trying to wash away the pain,along with all my fears.
Preparing myself for the worst
With a feeling my heart may burst.
Forcing my heart into remorse
With hopes it will stay on course.
Always waking to a bright new day
Where the pain will be kept at bay.
As the winds stretch through my soul
My heart sets on a new goal.
I look at myself in the mirror
As death rolls closer and nearer.
I traveled through the angry lands
While angels call out hopeful demands.
Looking up into the sky
Closing my eyes as I hear the doves cry.
Gliding onto each stepping-stone
As fate grows carelessly more prone.
In these lands I still roam
No matter how much desire is shown.
A Collab With:Cali Mitchell &