My blood was once red, but it turned golden. A life time of fears turned to peace and broke my heart open. Like the view from a plane window taking off at night above a city, so do the veins of the ones who live. Full of electricity and life they crack through and move like honey in the streets, breaking up the dark. Sweet, thick honey moving slow, the world takes on a golden view. Everything has already been done before, lets try to do something new.