To myself I make a promise,
A vow to be all I can be;
To live up to my full promise,
To the true potential in me.

When you remove the lust for power , money becomes wallpaper ,  diamonds , gold and "precious stones" become creek rocks ,  oil becomes a mistake of the past .. True wealth appears ..

Sometimes we got to take a lick
To remember to get back on our
Own two feet, just to remember
We're alive

Fantasy strikes punches into
Frozen hearts shattering
Belief crashing hope

The fog lies gently on the water
Gracefully dissipating...

Weaving hope into the briefest moment.