Ladder

I’m holding a passion deeper then any amber eyes, Then any last day among a feather tip to, Bitter sweet hand among a grace feather among shoe lace, The heart of young king eyes of gentlemen is approach, Sitting among the steeper steps of life that, Lead to a path to unknown is heart to clever net, Hide of a note of love, Ladder to climb home looks and whistle, Scatter like bees to a dinner for honey sweet home, War shack no fear of the envy site I am back home, Known such laughter soon to fit the core of life, Bitter sweet hand among a grace feather among shoe lace, Mark a gentlemen that climb such a, Ladder.