When there's love to find and keep,
Keep it!
And when you know that you have to do something,
Do it.
If it brings Hell on earth the purpose must be greater than you think...

Only if love, but love got Hurt!
Too Hurt to care too much for your ship and sheepish friends...
"What about Gold?" She asked.
Let's help a world...
How to help when you are down
And what you call Angels are dead people who weren't around...
Dead people who weren't around but for your failures,
Your failures to start meaning something for that world you loved...
As there was love... And love got hurt
And forgot about how good it feels but remembered
The human needs
And the beauty that came out of those heavenly dos and dons and deeds.

What are you made of?
We're nothing but things made... Of something that can fly away
One day, deserting
This cursed flesh.