Its a cut throat climb to the top, looking downs a scary thought, Imma grip untill my fingers slip, ive come to far drop, never letting go of my dreams, imma reach the summit, you just watch, untill i succeed, call it something like a unbreaking will that is free, from time and its clocks, our dreams lives for ever, when spoken with belief it becomes a manifested endeavor, if lifes a test its as easy as atonement, when we live forever, I remember my greatest moments, I cant deny a feeling of a prescence that heals my soul from a deep void of lonelines. Making me whole again, and i give praise to the alpha and omega, the one and only, every end is a new begginning, so hes told me, and ive come to understand, to be perfect is to not experience the flaws that point our spirits to holiness