The Gates

Across the wind that takes to rustle

Open in air and over flowing with sparkle

The route to tempest sights ever known

That will be ripen not too day far from here

How hast though been filled with mourn

And carried a bond of fear

Do you not know the other side of the gates?

Where dwells all the charms of care

Things that are taken

Leaving you ripped and part

Have you not known a place that takes a price?

To bear hardships, lot spare with cry

The door the frontier seeks

The day that you would find yourself still

Get up and hear the alarming rage

Here it comes and unbinds your chains

Get up and run to the highest top