What owns beauty more than this beacon of hope?
what more glorious? more divine...

Let us cleverly disguise this truth from our eyes,
that half truths are still lies...

The truth be brought upon,
so by the end we may have won...

I may have held your heart
and i might have been your world...

This sacred darkness will leave us soon
and we will return to light...

Denied by right
yet pain is brought...

There must be something to fight for,
Or we would not be here...

Without the truth,
there'd be no lies...

The words before my eyes,
never do they change...

Silently we fail, never ask for help, no one needs...

The three words that bared my soul
for so long you held them dear...

How many times has an outstreched hand reached up...
What can one do but now reach up and out to the...