Well I've reached the mountains of bliss
and dove along the floors of despair,
yet never have I once found one thing
that can't be loved and that can't be missed.
From the splitting of a family,
to the most romantic first kiss.

What is here will perish
and what is waiting will belong.
And as many that have passed
and for those yet to come,
never again will the beautiful notes
of your soul sing the same song.

So now what is found,
whether it be easy like a waltz through the clouds,
or a grueling crawl along the devil's ground,
appreciate what is transient
and praise what is eternal.
Because what is here now,
will get cast to ashes in infinity's infernal.