Yet when in autumn a leaf -long worn out-
On the wings of wind falls down and twirls
The air it catches is carried about
And won in power until it fanned a hurling gale

It destroyed all he laid his will upon
And all beauty that once rose a victim to his reign
Yet in these depths of decay, new life had begun
In the peaceful eye of this hurricane

New life flourishes in the middle of its most dreaded fight
For when calmness perched upon this raging of extremity
One bright flower still bloomed in all its pride
And immortalised the barrenness of hope with eternity

*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          

I fell in love with your heart,
and our words were a work of art.
Together, in harmony,
we made a world of our own.

Now your words are set in stone.
I'm sitting here all alone.
Perhaps us, together, wasn't smart.
But we together were a work of art.