Song of the iron suits

The more i travel i wander through the land,
the more i sing these songs of steel, and more romance i discover in the very rhythm,
and in every breath i take as i trust my art.
In the shadow view affection for these arts, one discovers a deeper somebody,
a bard singing softly out of sight, about all that surrounds all,
of how everything has a breath, a beating sound that the master can understand as God in all that there is.
In such a moment the river can stay still, the sky can move and the wind be held in your arms.
And in such a manner, the dance of an iron suit takes place,
and in such a moment, i am a dancer in the iron suit waltz