It carries me through an underworld of sorrow
And spits me out onto a plane made of grass
Here I look up into a night full of light
And breathe a song into my heart

All this wonder, all these eyes
How could I stop at just one?
In my centre, I yearn for permission
To love so many, as many as will fit

What I never realised until this moment
Is that its vast and endless
I can love you all, more intensely than just one
I need to love you all, or become undone.