This land still so foreign? Beauty long before you were born to think you are forgotten; at every corner of your dark dreams there is light that steadily gleams - tries it must, accept the binding alliance...no, you remain blind to your own still silence. This distraction will continue to haunt, grow and become infectious, real pain is not pretentious...listen now and wake to hear; do not disregard, Him and not a dead and decaying hymn made all that is to fear... http://www.flickr.com/photos/soulmyst/