Comments about Nicholas Synch
To hold the world within your hand
Is something I can't understand.
To love the day, and hate the night
Is something by which I find delight.
And I my wildest dreams I see
The world is but a part of me.
The sun, up high and burning bright.
The moon, the maiden of the night.
And if I reach into my mind
Then I am sure that I will find
The key to unlock this world anon.
But I think we've held it all along.
The torch in the dark, the butterfly.
The newborn lamb, the unused scythe.
The field of daisies, the empty hearse.
With hope, we conquer...