Roaming These Lands

Written by: Matt Daniels

Often I cry these tears, Trying to wash away my fears. Preparing myself for the worst, With a feeling my heart may burst. Forcing my heart into remorse, Hoping It will stay on course. Always walking to a bright new day, Where the pain will keep at bay. As the winds stretch through my soul, My heart sets on a new goal. I looked 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 see 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 Callab With Dan Kearley(:~ !!