been on the roam forever,
questions take form in lifetimes,
this path followed with devotion,
I have made a home, by the pacific ocean.
for to be born in a place you can't claim,
is to have no name,
and I've chased these roots far and deep.
When I am there, I am sleep,
death creeps in like chilled winds,
and the demon speaks to me sweet, ba bum ba bum,
the pressure, of my blood, pumped through the loved ones that live in my heart,
wishing me a happiness, that is their prescription,
I feel that gaze, I bleed as it pierces,
and that medicine is bitter.
if I swallowed I would lose myself,
and break a promise, and deny my faith,
Lord lend me strength,
to listen to advice,
to look into the mirror,
to do this better.
now or never.
never look back
back to front
front lines
line up
upwards
forwards
onward
I pray through choice
disciple of the blue sky and lion roar