A child's hope with nothing but a flower.
He hopes to claim all that he sees.
He sees her.
She is as a block of stone;
solid and unwavering,
strong, she stands alone.
A child's hope
He remains;
he waits;
he listens;
and watches.
She moves with divine grace,
nothing but poise upon her face.
Smiling that calm and collected smile
with power that one thousand suns dare not match.
Yet she still stands;
solid as a wall of brick.
So he waits;
until the end,
the end of light,
the end of hope,
the end of it all;
He will listen.
He will watch.
He will wait.
With nothing but a hope; the hope of a child.