We can make each other happy
We can make each other hurt
Its not like the moon decides to be full
But aren't we something more?
Seeds that grow in the soil
Sprouting from the dirt
The roots taking hold
Becoming mythical flowers

Because we can make each other hurt
But wasn't the hyacinth born
From the blood of loss
From apollos fallen friend
And as the blood hit the earth
And the god of music wept
Blooms sprang forth
An eternal memorial

Still we can make each other happy
We can reach for the sky
To the helping hands from above
We can show each other love
And feel the peace
The cosmic consolation
The sky for which we reach
Can be filled with stars