Her love could be the light that could guide these lone banshee

My hearts found a hearth from which my dreams

Could warm and relax these sad machines

In blades of white, we walk through the fields of grass and light

We look on to see the broken bend

Reminders of mankinds hopeless end

Such blossomed souls, I feel like I'm not too far from home

These feelings I thought that they had stole

Are blooming; I think I've lost control

These tired bones, will lie here and never be alone

Your sweet sighs will echo through the stone

The fabrics of life forever sewn