Believed in, asking the words of life.
They believed in me, like a mirror showing them a face to win
Win it all that they had once thought of and decided to green
Signaling it to be the wish that became a dream which had to be fulfilled whatever may be the beam.
There belief had me walk the way and still keeps me moving from within.
Footsteps of a once upon a time crawl, now runs in thoughts as if there was never a crawl just a little rest to run now to cream.
I will get there my steps are promising them just as the way to they would want me to cream.
Cremation seems far but very close if I start to count the numbers of for to numbers of done to begin.
Belief still holds us strong as there would a finish of deadlines before the dead in lines as we would cream.
