Ambrosia's Anthem

My yesterday's rush by me as the songs of many rivers wherein is the inspiration of my youth. Therefore do I go but into wilderness pain relevant thought, sinful iniquity. I die but in the chagrined shores of my soul which bear witness to rebirth awakening spent on today's word but tomorrows promise. Canst not the wine of redemption be brought on the tears of many men? Can a man not live again through the ageless promises of wanton wrath which we serve yet even when we sleep. Time gives us but a glimpse of bewildered fear born unto days divinity a prayer given to ancients but cast on the winds wither soever they should go may it be that those prayers rescind to bounties of lords and legions.