Loom large in the present,
Wearing me down; but
Not you, from the crescent:
The loveable rogue,
My best friend,
Who tore down walls
To get to the end.
For a time you were lost,
Unsure of your fate,
Aimless in action,
Then acting too late:
But not anymore,
My best friend;
You tore down your walls
To get to the end:
Where I need to be,
Beyond all fear;
I see you succeed
And know hope is near.
Now thanks to you,
My best friend,
I will tear down walls
To get to the end.
