When you listen, you will know greatness

Our words, taken away with icy tongues

frozen and cold fall upon deaf ears

lifeless and empty, never to meet the warm embrace of wanted disciples

we are green like new summer leaves awaiting autumn

and green with hatred for those who wont share our wisdom

but hear the ignorant harbingers of that which is falsely known

So bear-like we will rise and spread our golden wings

for this is but the start of something new

our voices heard through aesthetic creations

and so we shall begin as faceless beings

to one day be worthy of your recognition

and never be forgotten

Jmans