The sun has set, The cold night has come Slumber's warmth awaits A vow of higher ground Yesterday I fell Volition stalled Old wounds exposed Unto the final shroud Perfection permeates The folds of every flaw Acceptance dictates
Cycles break Columns endure Columns crash Cycles secured In the middle A conflicted soul Not always sure What his heart will do Plans are made Vows exchanged Hope escalates Feelings amaze But is he made for this?