As far as I go, I’ll never ever make beauty on my own.
With sky as backdrop, the foreground’s grandeur is forgot.
In failure I realize, I only really failed because the way I tried.

As far as I go, I’ll never ever make beauty on my own.

With smoke stacks I’ll adorn the skies.

Plumes of steam billowing,
and over cityscapes they’ll rise
as rain clouds, storm clouds.


Hallelujah