The skyline lit in green
Torn from this gentle blue soul
Where I, a lad, would sit

Overlooking this town of old
And I understood
That to make my dreams real

It would take the sacrifice of another dream I made that day
For all the pain that I've endured
I will never cease the attack

Into the woods, I go
The drudgery of the craft
Beckons me to strive

For higher plains than thee
But I shall return to your wretched land
When I feel the need to suffer again