Written by Chaka Px
The pathway uncompleted for the less constructive height,
just like the broken communication,
I trace my path to the climax,
yet orgies deprive the pleasure of its peak.
Sunset reveals its default.
I need my steps, my way upward.
Just like the journey of the first watch,
Trading on the lions mouth, we can hardly miss a step.
i need to get up there, you broken platform.
I see the light in my path, climb with me,
the broken the struggle, lacing my feet
to a latch to move.
this is my acsension