(G.P V) One Step

If I cannot see what goes wrong inside
Straight from the distant seas
When the wind is cold
On the edges and all around
Dare I would to question nothing ever
That I fight to keep away
In its own northern side or the better side
To make the coveted mark
On the wheel of time
You don’t know what will happen
If the insides of ears are deafened by promises
The house and the hopes and the faith, they’re there
It’s not laughter it’s not laughter
Live, to deal with it
And to celebrate