Frederick B. Ponder - A-Cross lyrics

As of late, I've craved an overwhelmingly shrouded sensation, One dark enough to tint the truest desires beneath my soul's well due emancipation. Shared thoughts merely lead to satirical standing ovations, Critical minds breed a generation lacking original creation. Awaiting a universal remedy has grown me impatient. Losing sight of faith-filled days and youthful promise. Looking back on long lost memories, I question how I ever sustained any sense of solace. This world is testing my tolerance. These days, my pupils only seem willing to present me with a lack of progress, But through each unfortunate instance, one must manage to remain modest. Envisioning, rejecting, drifting…away from a desired Gate. And now I can't help but wonder if I deserve this Fate. Or perhaps this is previously determined, something far from my power to create. Irrelevant, as I continuously allow my sins to accumulate. I long for the day my shadow of existence finds the ability to illuminate.