So many things come to share their presence
Here we are; comin' behind
Yet we are the main characters
The cast has past to compass Harmony
Some day; we'll meet again
Fate shedules everything
It takes us beneath our conceptions
Steal us, nor what we possess
Alive but unoticable
And our moves are countless
We whim so loud within our silence
Bid strong orisons
Precisely flawless
Misplaced and undiscovered
Thou we have to live
We exist...
We exist in tears; poorless memoirs
Unencountered but strongly denied
They used to say some day...
"Things will work out well."
