Toward the notion of what we believe, we find a greater purpose in the ways of being/as we embrace the power inherent in each day, here we begin to find meaning.
When the night calls upon us to ask what we believe/we may only have strength to clasp our hands, to trust that which only our spirit can conceive.
There is a whisper in the wind that can go unnoticed, apart from dispelling/only when we open our hearts can we hear the secret it's telling.
To maintain a presence within, to hold fast to the now as a friend/we deconstruct an intent that once suggested the journey was a means to an end.
Eternity cannot bend; pain and struggles we will always befriend/for one without the other would never foster a transcendence that leads to depth in what we comprehend.