Who would have thought
there would be no freedom
in broken bonds?

Love is that strange thing
that suffocates us
as it gives us life.

Oh, you don't know what love is?
It is the shadow of the heart
that diminishes in darkness
fading to nothing...
Yet in the roaring light,
it swells and consumes!
It darkens and sharpens
until it towers upon mountains
upon seas
into the heavens!

Shadow is memory...

Do you remember?
How the light felt
warm?
Oh, how it filled the soul
and melted the pain;
like summer rain
it nourished the roots.

All things soft and safe
turned to the light
and sheltered in the shade
that love did provide.

Yet, what is the light,
if love is the shadow?
It is the very sight
of the hope for tomorrow.