Hope is our strongest way to believe,
the sun still rising in a city of destruction...

He finds paradox in the grey, wounded walls,
Making himself at home, he rebuilds the stone...

If you've danced in too much rain
and your feet are sinking under...

There's no end to how high I fly now
You've set passion on my wings...

The pain ebbs out of the sandy, pale ocean
Creating a motion I cannot prevent...

She's written her tragedies down in passionate ink
Waiting for a sign from the clear, cloudless sky...

We can never know what will hunt us tonight.
Whether fear itself is toying with vulnerable...

I had always embraced solitude as personal...
a path for me to tread upon slowly but diligently...

I saw her love reflected for me
between our shadows of yesterday...

I sleep with no sounds of rest,
powerless and passionless...

It doesn't take two
to imitate doves...

His love disappears
when I need...