Looking to the horizon at the end of the world,i see things unfold
I hear the waves crash against the rocks, their stories never told
the wind is strong and the smell of sea consumes me
i look at the clouds gathering and the sun falling behind the sea
my skin on my face tightens and my lips go cold, and my feet are wet
the grasslands behind are a golden silhouette
the mountains to the east, and the forests to the west
Make me ponder why i deserved such a test
i look down below and see the crashing waves against the rocks
the wet grass goes through my shoes and my socks
i have traveled far and seen so much
telling my tales to all i met, and love to all those i touched
and as i take a step closer to the edge of the world, i know
i feel all my secrets fall away as the winds blew
making me feel naked, exposing my opportunities which i had missed
and realizing that nothing compares to the slap of the Iron fist.