My thoughts are the track
My actions the train
The destination, paradise
My will is a wild fire
Purifying the land
Of my subconscious
Where fate has left its stain
My hands are anvils
As I craft my world
From the molten remains
Of love and family
And with every breath
Life begins again
As I wait like a warrior
For the flower of opportunity
To bear its soul for me
And when my time comes
I’ll hear that whistle
A my world transforms
