I have stalled in forgotten flair
For far too long
Reveling in the majesty
Of the bygone worldly blare

The quietly masked morrow
Brandishes a friendly song
To diligently unravel
And unsheathe its glaring sorrow

Whom can i trust?
Immersed in bottomless wrong
In the scaly heart of malice
Wincing for every traveling gust

For what reason
Did i drift this far along?
Estranged from home
And the crash of my favored season

We all must clasp for the budding morrow
For our flesh is timid
And merely borrowed