Across the Time

I won't stand across the dead
and share them tears of sadness.
I will not become my pain,
I will not become
the shadow of what could be
into a yesterday's dream...
So there stands a wonder of myths,
at the end there will be no keep
as the shadow came and randomly took her away.
There is not a day that I won't weep,
I shrunk my soul to be reborn,
unleashed fierce anger
and got on my feet...
Oh no, do not falter me... but
There is not a day that I won't weep.
I shrunk my soul to be reborn
unleashed fierce anger and got on my feet.
I ran through all the minutes of silence distances
and have taken the warrior's way...
thousand winds araise me
through the mountain colours
and the Dimond seas.
I won't say I have not been defeat
that I have not been assaulted by life's irony
But I am the wisdom route
where the oracle has encountered an answer dream,
and if I will not stand across the living
where there is not a truth
I will cherish existence as far as you are there to be...

(Somewhere in the past 2009)