"I've been played like a tune with broken strings,
Beat up in a murky world of neglect;
And the torch is lit and its neck held by a trembling hand,
Choking it's last breath.
Breathing life for every fearful moment of death;
And without a tune to play, I wound the strings.
And without words to sing, I played a song.
And without an ear to hear, I wrote the words.
Now I lost myself to my naked reflection
Of a past now illuminated,
To the turning world of night and day.
Seeking to fly on feet that stand,
Standing on a heart that quakes.
Waking to the birds chirping a benevolent song of glory and love.
Loving the flight of passage,
Passing the winds of time
For a taste of something that has never touched these lips,
Reflecting in these eyes, beating these drums.
I come to you with my song, my birthright, my love.
And never will ever be enough to quench the thirst of the day, dying.
Expressing my nights dream."
-Adam Chase