[Verse 1:]

On this I stand

Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops

And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon

Protected by a forcefield of pure thought (On this I stand)

A rally of unemployed disgruntled words long for long journeys to somewhere

Somewhere that only caused me pain as I strain my soul cramming it with light

So I can bring some there

I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow

I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow

My head I keep it up, but its hard to keep it straight

When you don't believe in love

And you just can't cope with hate

Metal rust, leaves turn into dust

As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust

If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up

Would you spend that hour sayin' that an hour ain't enough?

I've escaped the shell that bound me to cowardice

Now I'm faithful to the wind, but compared to it I'm powerless

The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment

The pond was sittin' still, so I threw a rock in it

And as my reflection rippled, it all became clear

Seasons always change so there's no reason for fear

We made an autobiography of our pivotal years

It's all I got and I'm giving it to you because I care

[Interlude (spoken):]

A lot of the time humans, as artists, exist in a self-projected state of falsehood

We're either too close to our image to be objective in our perception

Or too far away to be subjective in any matter

This only widens the void in social conformity introduced to our souls at birth

And so I write, but

I don't write without the intention of objectivity or attention on the image

But only as an omni-directional bridge between the several, floating, tunnel-structured realities present in incomparable space and time

See I don't write for the future, I write about the future, for the present

I write with my past, about the future, for the present

[Verse 2:]

(On this I stand)

The oasis of the limbo, adjacent to my generation, facing out the window

Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows

Graceful in its demonstration, overall innovation

(On this I stand)

A fountain of youth sovereignty, a thousand syllables more than a pound of flesh

A deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake-up call

Another haul of the quest

(On this I stand)

A letter to civilization

(On this I stand)

The purity of creation

(On this I stand)

A paradigm for self

(On this I stand)

A 'thank you' for your help

(On this I stand)

My first born child

(On this I stand)

Something for now

(On this I stand)

Life, love, death, and hate

(On this I stand)

An album, glad you could relate. Peace...