Let me grip this second chance and resume the transit I began.
I see a structure up ahead so I stop to reference where I am.
A fringe of land beside the sea, A house that lingers incomplete, A woman still remains, She builds here everyday, The distance keeps her safe.
Her idle views explain "
You'll be safe." I let her voice exhaust my strength with urgent tales of hope's defeat. "
The safest road that we can take is the one that we create.
The journey's burden beckons fear and the harshest laws must be revered." I am forging my own path, as we build this house under the shadow of death.
My objective is now attached to the residence she lacks.
Again I break my stride to watch her structure rise.
Beside the water I am building my future investing all I own and keeping distance from the road.
We're raising the walls of our future as we sleep through illusions of shelter.
I had a dream I was suspended; staring up into a light.
Oh God I hear your jealous whisper.
I just can't seem to reply.