Seven years of waiting in a Prism of the Past
As the River flows as swiftly as my Blood
I know my life won't always last
But the Rose of all life Slumbers still inside its bud.
Another year passes, a few more days
Yet all that surrounds me continues to Enchant my mind
So that each day I dropp to my knees and Pray
Of the Blessings Bestowed upon Mankind.
Days bloom into weeks with each Setting sun,