I look to the sky and
Feel life in a warm band,
Encompassed my arm
And showing no harm.

I fall from this warmth then
Find my own hearth when
Suddenly I do feel grey,
I've lost in my own little way.

But then there's a light,
It robs me of plight,
She fills me with joy,
I would tackle Troy.

For her I'd break down those walls,
And stand by and watch as they fall.
They'd crumble in spite
Of me taking delight
In being closer to the most beautiful of all.