"is like giving someone a loaded gun pointed at your heart
and somehow, trusting them not to pull the trigger."

Social injustice
It is a fact
The rich get richer
The poor get jack
To tackle this problem
We need a plan
That will actually benefit
Each working man

A smile spreads across her face,
A gleeful sound escapes her lips.
As she runs towards Him,
Her saviour who shines
Brighter than the sun.

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.