With every perspective of life we cannot unfold the truth. We have yet to find every island and every place located. We have yet to surrender our spirit of this place. To demand repercussions to earth our hearts beat as one. Lying to our faces sought out help. Trying to find love that links us to the new world. We are now alive more than ever. Prying our eyes open with truth. Wanting only to juggle the two worlds of up and down. I can't miss your foolish crimes forming until the sunset heals itself, born of sunrise to giving light ghost energizing characteristics. Singing willow tree. Standing in its own world. Juggling up and down. Realizing both reality's of man
Holding only born son. The sunset heals realizing he is of two worlds, both up and down. For he soon will become a sunrise.