I wish a storm would come,
Blowing your presence to my arms,
This rotten world may fall,
Darkened by the avarice of monstrous men.
I pray for humble cherubs to take my heart to be with yours,
As the Sun fades to a mass of cosmic ash,
We will leave together, within a warm embrace,
Never to look upon this world again.
Our hopes for a new life
Our hopes for a new light,
Our love the source of starfire.
Our nova, we are home.