How much of you will stay?
How much of you will flow away with the current?
As the days become recycled
As our time becomes more precious

It's more apparent that even though
I've grown fully rooted,
But I'm not fully realized
I watch my youth race against the wind; open arms
Reaching for those who have yet to find their place

The seasons encircle me. One by one,
I trace what's brought me here
It's night like these that I grip my choices by the throat
I lay them out for a moment and understand
That some ties are meant to be severed

I have brought myself to this peak,
On it I proclaim that I still have a fighting spirit
I hold onto these everlasting eyes and see it through till the end
A vision granted by love, a dreamer too
Stubborn to heel over and die
Oh grave ones, oh grave ones, your crowns are meaningless