As the rising stars,
somehow kiss the moon...
A beautiful flower,
will begin to bloom...
With love in the air,
and hurt everywhere...
A butterfly cries,
as our feelings die...
With the silhouette of the sun,
amongst the bouncing clouds...
I close my eyes,
from this world of despise...
Like a loaded gun,
or a soft breeze...
The difference is,
its not you or its not me...
It's this time on earth,
calculated by the rings in a tree..
Truth be told,
is what i hold...
Is it was has been given,
does this come from religion..
As the death tally tolls,
which eats at my soul...
Like a city that thrives,
to the one's that cry...
Try and hold the tear,
they say our God is near...