How am I meant to be alive
In a world that's dying?
Even the colors of the clouds are a darker tinge of gray
And my soul only sees the end
How am I meant to be alive?
I see cataclysm and devastation
A world of art falling into the depths of disbelief
And my eyes that see the end
See you

The joy of a morning

Your beauty is all the proof I need to believe in god
The way you reach me as only angels can
And even if I die time and time again
Every time I see your mind
I live again

Even stronger than before