World Surrounding us.

I suppose how all us artist look at ourselves in the world.

Sing to the day that lives in your soul,
Walk along the path that you aren't told.

To this day we will travel,
Known to the world

As stories that breathe
And tales that carry meaning.

With the passing hour we watch
skies darken, and skies brighten,

Rain falls, and snow cradles,
While the flame ignites the cold.

We shine and glimmer in the daylight,
Sheen and sparkle in the night,

When hungry and tired
We strive on and steady ourselves

Waiting until the oddities find their place
We all strive through this world.