7.7

There was this time
When I thought I could fly
There was this night
The seventh of July

The fire still burns
For the dreams of heart
Helps me drive
Gives me a start

So much to see and
so much to do
A lifetime too short
A lifetime with you

The other nods
Agrees this play
Shall last a while
shorter than we'd like

Indecisive confusion
Squanders my time
The most precious thing
At times called 'divine'

A song of dreams
Still on my lips
The feet will walk
On the morrow will eclipse
The patient wait shall see the light
Out of the shell, this one shall arise

Higher still, the soul shall fly
This promise made on seventh of july.