Foot aloft from the bottom looking to the top, this is where our journey ended before it truly began, the OverBarren Desert drained my spirit that I'm hoping to regain, with my ananias wife within my sight I take flight, leading our seed that is now a blossom, the only sparkle without strife that we had in common.

Our trek began with heavy feet still wet from sweating Bereavement, a heartbeat that'd skip when thoughts came of her underachievement, pressing thoughts to time lost from her concealment, worry of the little ones vulnerability became a concernment, my love for both misguided by her failure to introspective treatment.

With the past concealment buried in sin, we are heading upwards for hell to begin,
Complacent in the greenery wearing my sheep...