As the rising stars,
somehow kiss the moon...

A beautiful flower,
will begin to bloom...

With love in the air,
and hurt everywhere...

A butterfly cries,
as our feelings die...

With the silhouette of the sun,
amongst the bouncing clouds...

I close my eyes,
from this world of despise...

Like a loaded gun,
or a soft breeze...

The difference is,
its not you or its not me...

It's this time on earth,
calculated by the rings in a tree..

Truth be told,
is what i hold...

Is it was has been given,
does this come from religion..

As the death tally tolls,
which eats at my soul...

Like a city that thrives,
to the one's that cry...

Try and hold the tear,
they say our God is near...