It`s a crude recollection
of thoughts spoken aloud
When the wells of our souls
Are down by a drought

When living up to your claim
Is the one thing feels right
Like the blush of the sun
That puts an end to this night

Chasing the sweet,
through the bitter,the sour.
Because the hope in my heart
IS the essence of power


When everything fails,
Not to ever give in
by the seems,
Sipping pain
that keeps the air comming in.

Through the long tiny straw
You are at it again
When your fears  at your door
is the truth from within

Than as never before
rise to hights never seen
Reason being `s the score
the one thing you know
and but the one thing you mean

Chasing the sweet,
through the bitter,the sour.
Because the hope in my heart
IS the essence of power