There's nothing that exists as true as hearts that intertwine
and weather all the stages and the seasons of the time
And even when the world has chosen darkness over light
I know they'll see each other in the memories of sight
They've captured what is holy, incorruptible and pure
the burden of forever that will never be unsure
If cursèd were the people they had ever come to know
they marked them with their presence and left traces in the snow
To follow in their footsteps is the wiser thing to do
but nothing will be pushed upon the ones unwilling to
The lost can be at home with those who bare the fruit of grace
a youthful disposition can restore a weary face
With empathy unyielding and eternally at work
there's nothing left to fear because the honesty gives birth
To those they simply carry on the wings of who they meet
a cleaver and his wife have come to sweep you off your feet