Forever left in the dust of what is past,
Haunting images of those left last,
Somber views of life loved less,
An ancient desire to confess;

Forms of thought beat through the heart,
Often begging for a chance to restart,
No second chance or time for regrets,
Here and now the source of what it begets;

Source of sorrow in life left undone,
Begging for tomorrow and a glimpse of the sun,
Fields filled with broken remembrances,
A pillar of fire and the embers of essences;

Dare to reach for what you don't see,
Faith beyond what is determined a reality,
Hold yourself above those beneath,
A kingdom to you shall be bequeathed;

For your dreams and ponderings,
All the days of your wanderings,
Are yours to have and hold,
All you need is the strength to never fold