He who soweth his precious seed with grueling tears, will reap its harvest theough the years.
His cry will echo throughout the land, as the waves battle and clash on the sand.
Overcoming fears he did not run but stood and faught as he was shunned.
Although not much older the boy was a man who could stand, and survive in this bitter land.

Ow Emily my heart is cold, once it was put in a perfect mould, ow why is my heart so so cold. When I'm alone i long for you, and a box of man-size tissues. You manage to see through all my issues, you hold me tight and set me down.

Ow Emily my hearts so cold, ow why is my heart this cold, now I'm longing for your hold, picking me up and keeping me there, regardless of all my tears. Ow Emily you are so fair, within the mists of my despair.