No star without
its scars!

No rose without
its thorns!

No birth without
its blood!

No day without
its night!

No crown without
its cross!

The moon loses
its glory without
darkness!

Baby, best of love
comes from the
oven of hell to
sit in the palace
of morning glory.

Nothing good comes
without pain and
pangs of trials
and tribulations.

Baby, we are very
close to the dawn
of morning paradise.
Chase away the dark
clouds of this devouring
night.  

Let the love eagle fly
to glory on the mountain
of hope and courage
and uncommon
expectations, baby!