The more we hold on further do we drift, as moon and sun are you and I. With love besought in heavens night, but time will build a silent rift. For though earth wakes and black skies shift, they work so hard but fail to try, to seek hath naught we say goodbye.

In wasted time we spent in thrift, O loss in such love and love in such loss, betwixt our lives which we forgo for the light of your heart will never leave.

To live thy life with that sole cause, in solace let then passion, horizons we cannot perceive.