As stars die and run out of colour,
As consciousness fades,
As the sun stoops her head and bows out,
Adorned by sad drops of light,
As cities decay and yield to dust,
As people's footprints fade away,
As smiles erase from memory,
Into the flux and chaos we go,
Where the mind is free,
To find its true bliss,
A paradise and kingdom to me is, praise this truth