Rise Of The Revival

The veiled insecurities inside the very soul of the traveller laid back centuries,

The deepest conquests that had set him free.

To be one, is his own dream.

The birth of a Phoenix of the best way, to get a chance.

The truth of the child, to be spoken of inside the mind.

The traveller reached pilgrimage with vastness.

A castle of glass, you are not to be welcomed again.

And beneath my long, deep, dark liquid of expressions,

The traveller faces a facade of unearthed circuits.

Of doomed fate, of tranquillity.

All at once, traveller.

All at once.