To Breathe Another Day

It's always good to see your face my friend,
No need to seek redemption.
The gods we made won't pass this way again.
Embrace the storm's ascension.

Crossed the bridge out of the promised land,
Making plans to slip the hands of fate,
Following the grand design,
Where all the planets spin aligned!
And I'm alive to breathe another day.

I ran the rivers to the sea Dark waters cold and churning.
The depths divided you and me.
The last boat left was burning,
And as I heard the sirens' call
Like shivers down the knife's edge,
Ten words appeared upon the wall,
Scrawled in an ancient language.

Hunting creatures of our own inventions,
Fossils for a future riverbed.
Chapters of a drama yet unwritten,
Chasing dust of stranger days ahead.