For all the mystery the West holds,
And all the loneliness contained within its open air.
It is filled with an undying sense of rebirth.
Where failure isn’t the end.
It is merely an experience.
For all the mystery the West holds,
And all the loneliness contained within its open air.
It is filled with an undying sense of rebirth.
Where failure isn’t the end.
It is merely an experience.
I stood on the corner, listening to the silence. It wasn’t like the complete and absolute silence that one might find in outer space, nor was it like the silence experienced while adventuring far across the ocean in a distant land. It was the silence that can only be found in certain parts of the west.