Tonight,
This terrible night,
In the absence of light
The storm, imminent
Much else, irrelevant.
The winds,
Leaving the soul distraught,
Obscuring the mind.

Tonight,
This terrible night.
Extinguished,
Is the flame of hope in mankind.
This, the reason why
In my soul
The absence of light.

She seems, to the outsider
So soft and so gentle,
She is, to the one's that love her
So beautifully incomprehensible.
Her skin, so smooth
Her hair, undone
She's a free spirit,
A wild hearted one.
She is a soul, untamed
So effortlessly appeased
My broken heart,
She mends it with ease.
Better days?
With her..
A possibility.

We are one,
Men, women, children, all.
Through the peace,
Beyond the gun.
We are one,
The Empire of the Sun.

Warm are the things that are alive
Cold are the things,
Already dead, or going to die.
This is the tale,
Since times untold.
Just as light gives warmth
And darkness, the cold
Heat, off all that moves,
While what is frozen, remains still.
These, are the unobjectionable truths,
These, the maker's will,
So do make sure,
That at the end of your time
You leave not the cold
But a light that,
Not only will glow, but shall shine.

A million ways to die,
But to die without a smile,
Without a glint of light in the eyes.

Without a soul by your side,
Nor a love in your life.

Remnants, none to find
Descendants none,
The end of the line.

This is no way to die.

It is not death,
When there never was life.