So you may see that a soul can never transcend
Without the other to occupy its absence
That absence is the common singular of loneliness
And loneliness is madness to my conscience

So you may understand that my devotion is celestial
That extends and gyrating in beauty afar
And ignorance is a soundless and heartless supernova
That kills and obliterates every living star

So you may remember that hope is like an ocean
That love is nothing but waves upon your feet
And the heart is nothing but sands on the shore
That is constantly altered and shaped by it