Retreating is no longer an option
Entering into a new land of freedom
Lost in a realm of possibility
Anchored in a potentially dangerous situation
Testing fate while the wind blows
In a final resting place of golden dawn
Organic thoughts that ‘recreate
Night is when we experienced a bond
She tells me that I must come home
Her eyes tell a whole litany of stories
I am on my way before I even leave
Pleased to be the one you call
From the final choice a burning heart needs
Ending one season to launch another
Every hour without you near is torturous