We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger

Where in every word, stroke and note

A hidden message, from a long lost world, is present

And every time you stop, and take a listen

Their songs and their lives flow into your soul

And there is something satisfying,

Being a part of something more

Something new that can lead you to a new journey everyday

But there is always a second fear

As we explore these crypts of stories

Do we ever really know who we are?

Is there ever one defining moment, one characteristic

That we can ever point to and claim?