There will come a day where instead of lovers chasing cars,
people with love will be climbing comets.
And where the light of the stars is not enough
to make the night full--where no limit is far past the moon.

A day will come when somebody adds a new letter to the alphabet.
And where loving is no longer harder than
having no love at all.
And the only way for the world to change is if
the day and the night,
the sun and the moon,
the good and the evil,
the right and the wrong,
the love and the hate, and
everything else: both looked and recognized each other.

There will come a day where rain is soft like
the falling of flower pedals.
The day will come where all light is vanished, and
with the light of candles it will be the wavering wind who will decide
to put out its flames.

And maybe that day is here, now, right here--finding it was never
that easy.