I’m sitting here and I’m trying to describe
The welling in my soul but I can’t provide
These lines with words worthy of it all
‘Cause I seem to rise where I used to fall

I try to gather
selectives, adjectives, nouns and maybe
Maybe I’d rather
Ramble on this way, you see;

Endlessly, fantastically, most touchingly extreme
Postiviely powerful, enlighteningly surpreme

So before the rest of the world I stand
I reach out, I see luck looking at my hand
And the words just drift away from me
They bow before this radiant new reality

I try to find
selectives, adjectives, nouns and maybe
I don’t mind
Rambling on this way, you see;

Endlessly, fantastically, most touchingly extreme
Postiviely powerful, enlighteningly surpreme