Order and chaos can never coexist
Sin and virtue can complement one another
The textures of an old oak tree persists
Under the weather and torrential helter-skelter of the cold winter

As love is borne from a flawed heart
An eclipsed sun can darken the scarred lands
Blinding those who walk, stalk and trace out a path
For themselves toward a violet sky cowering under the far away stars

With lost children and men knowing their limits
Order and chaos can never coexist
If what persists is the shortness of time
Because time is brief, then, I know love perseveres