Precision

Flame flowing, faith growing, I could never stop slowing
Down into the valley of want and desire
Feet in motion that never seem to tire
Rise above it all, no matter how
Many times you have to stand tall
The road shall rise and the road shall fall
Just follow painted directions
From the map on the wall

Be it me or be it you
My heart stays strong by a mind still true
Winds of change shifting their speed
Pay attention to what they say
And notice what they read

Litter of trees on a steep of white
Bows heavily laden
Oh what a sight
Mad dash for the border
To understand it all; to find some order

My heart stays strong by a mind still true
Winds of change shifting their speed
Pay attention to what they say
And notice what they read

So where am I now and where does it lead
If a soul is cut, will that soul still bleed?
A mind rebuilding and a heart in tatters
Makes the difference in the end, it all still matters

Words to confuse and words to entice
In the long run will need to be precise