Like a lost dove I once flew in silent stride alone.
Like a single river I flowed without a cause.
Like a black rose I sought only the touch of death.
Now I sit in this world and look 'pon you.
Our lives so different yet, now so same.
Insane and sane, we hold close to eachother.
With sweet twighlight and loving rapture.
This love I hold for you, none will ever capture.
