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