Walk in the image of what seeks, and find what one has.

For the extent of a drift is reflected as if once had.

But that doesn't leave the shine to be fallen behind.  These men were asked to make a wish and brave enough to relay they did.  Hopes for an easier after life, or the pain from crossing yellow lines.  These men fell captive to the hearts of the inquired, living alone reaching within for desire.  The streets have many tales similar to these in high spirits, but that doesn't remain any bellows of below when sturdy veins will show.