Far beyond the tuscan sun,
within the shanty of dreams:
destiny pens a song.
When dawn awakens,
the soul chants,
and belittles the snag
for the journey I traverse
to short to snivel
and count the impediments.
Even though the flight is arduous,
coupled with a petrified heart,
The soul cannot be challenged,
the spirit is unwilling to bow.
The journey has just begun,
valor shall be the soul,
the wings might be tattered,
but the path of glory is mine to claim.
