♪winds have carried me many miles, to a new lens in galaxy's time. Sweeping soul-sore memories aside.

Trusting but one photographer, glossy tears now overdeveloped. Horizons of past hues no longer blind me.

Gently fading like a stored-away photo, surrounded by boxes boundaries. Self-made walls where I no longer reside.

I give to you my weathered camera, cherish the true spirit inside. Grasp my view and capture the real me.♪