Ancestral Legacy Wordless History
My entire life's been lived in clouds, in dreams, and in
fantasies, where nothing's what it seems. Closed eyes
conceal an innocent mystery, lay down to sleep, add this
unwritten history. Awakening to angel's whispering
voices, my fingers gently loosen from all of my choices.
I float along; I drift away; I fly, truth is wrong;
heavens shift within the sky.A soulless song; I drift
away and die... And fall back down to a dreamer's earth,
to hit the ground of a dream's rebirth. Plant this
fertile seed, deep within the dirt, stand and watch it
feed, upon the soil's hurt. See it sprout and bloom, grow
past the finger drawn line. Within a sunset's womb, I
hang on tightly to my new mind. We melt up from the
ground, rise up from the ashes. Fall into the sundown, as
lighting gently crashes. And I ride it through the winds
violent but still waves. As it takes me to all ends; the
killers' thrones and prophets' graves. We flash in and
out of time, minutes weave with hours. Hanging on to
imaginary lines, drawn by subconscious powers.
Cultivating brand new life, molding shapes within the
air. We culminate; brand new heights, holding infinity
within our stare. I put down my heels as we arrive back
home, where everything is real and our location still
unknown. Back upon my cloud I roam it's boundaries as the
powerless king, a crown of thorns, a staff of fire, with
nothing as my everything. A frightened soul conceals an
innocent mystery, hide inside myself; write this wordless
history... this wordless history...
