• Though the sorrow will never end,
    And the morrow barren of promises.
    Nothing will mend this broken heart of mines.
    Just as the raident sun rises to a new day,
    Just as it sets to become a elegant night.
    I live another day,
    I live another life,
    In wait,
    In wonder.
    In the middest of night,
    Which gets me lost in the stars of your eyes...