In the hands of fate
we are pilgrims...
We live in a world that goes unnoticed as humanity passes it by
with its ideals of this pot of gold at the end of life, this unknown reward
when in reality the true reward is life itself. If it hadn't been for John's
death the six of us would have continued neglecting one another and take
these wonderful memories we shared together to our graves. We were a
foundation, a family of seven young rebels without a cause. In the
summer of '03, we went our seperate ways. We all gave up one a sure
thing. Maybe if we had looked through all the nothing we would see that
what the six of us truely had, honestly could call our own, was each other.
It's been long since five years, a barrel of heavy heartaches, and growing
up to get us back to London to morn our dearest friend John Ayron but it's
almost fearful to think that we are almost strangers at our own home, with
the very people that defined teenage kicks. There's no telling what kind of emotions
can be shared within this vacation from our own personal hells. No telling what kind
of trouble we might get ourselves into this time around. Will we find love in one another?
Or have these years absolutely raped the familiarity
between six individually allured inhabitants.
Seize the day, it is your's to take!
click the swallows
we are pilgrims...
We live in a world that goes unnoticed as humanity passes it by
with its ideals of this pot of gold at the end of life, this unknown reward
when in reality the true reward is life itself. If it hadn't been for John's
death the six of us would have continued neglecting one another and take
these wonderful memories we shared together to our graves. We were a
foundation, a family of seven young rebels without a cause. In the
summer of '03, we went our seperate ways. We all gave up one a sure
thing. Maybe if we had looked through all the nothing we would see that
what the six of us truely had, honestly could call our own, was each other.
It's been long since five years, a barrel of heavy heartaches, and growing
up to get us back to London to morn our dearest friend John Ayron but it's
almost fearful to think that we are almost strangers at our own home, with
the very people that defined teenage kicks. There's no telling what kind of emotions
can be shared within this vacation from our own personal hells. No telling what kind
of trouble we might get ourselves into this time around. Will we find love in one another?
Or have these years absolutely raped the familiarity
between six individually allured inhabitants.
Seize the day, it is your's to take!
click the swallows
