Eaulachon

The world is a mess and I am inside it
The world is a song and I might join in
A cave and a glass may be full with warmth
I am the steam you watch rise

Ideals comb through young minds
Armed with passion, with promise
I want the wood and the metal in hand
I want to shape my crest

The ghost has survived and boarded again
Crafted a new set of eyes
My song may travel over the world
I'll be the voices that rise