In your eyes there is a spirit so up high,
Like a mountain kissing the surface of the sun.
As I feel your love gaze apon me,
There goes a light that shines deeper than eternity.
So what may happen if our fire starts to dim?
Can I not chop wood and start a fire again?
Or are we trapped in the dessert dry cracks and all.
Where our love is the only thing that moistens this land
And though none of our plans are ever set in stone.
We live abundantly rich as our spirit consist of gold.