a love for these days...vanity, vanity! the rust and the moths, they eat it all away, all away! You so great and tall surround everything that i have made my all to burn it away i float on the sea so graciously as i'm failing to see that these days are the grass and that they shall pass away, all away until only You remain remembered no more 'it isn't what you want, its what you ask for... and so much more' and so i sail away to the place where the sea becomes the sky