Some Souls say
That time is but decay,
I find that if I am inclined,
I will be whatever I could,

In the essence of the morrow,
I release my sorrow,

Turning in my fears,
For Love that's always near,


Oceans abound'
Like thought and reason,
Drifting further through,
Each Season,

Tame the wind,
Find the face,
That remains in place