Forgotten

I know if I could ever reach you, i'd come to say I'd love to meet you... In the days that lie beneath the open face, in the simplest ways we live in our craze- and the wildest braves... They take up our maze, and say to this- to have no worries or heartaches belonging, no trendy tripping, or grizzlies existing- we may wonder aloud, and take stake in each other, even the faintest pictures of ourselves- of the goal, to bind with the sacred, or even to just smile... Because I know that if I could ever reach you, I'd come to say I'd love to meet you... In the plainest most original redemption song, we'd never leave you behind as even a token- printed with ancient words.