my soul of change,

a soul of unrest, a constant walk on this earth,

i have been to each corner far and wide,

i have seen it's glory, it's mysteries, and it's words of wisdom that is to be offered,

i have pasted it's destiny behind, for the front of me is only a quest of the unknown,

my soul of change has grasped it's sentence of who i am,

missing the what of this hollow world,

creep onto it's rocks, climbing moutains peaks,

reaching for words that spell themselves out amoungs the stars,

spreading wings hold into arms, as to steady you from the unbalance of winds that sway your walk,

my melody of rest is my walk of earths mystery,

writing down, remembering with blood tears,

pathed feet, that have stepped with shout all the way, ache,

melody of rest.