Soon enough
This soggy eyed pollution
Acid rain and broken logic
Soon enough
The old man tells the young
It all will become clear
Soon enough

That maybe a rose
That grows from her hands
Reaches through her lips
Speaking words without thorns
That even the beast
In the seas can understand
Leviathan

Soon enough
All the years are leading to
what is to be
Soon enough
The wars have been fought
Are part of history
Soon enough

That a child in her heart
Sings a song of innocence
It gives color to her words
Soft and gentle hues
That even shine into her eyes
As I look into
And feel creation

Soon enough
We will see the hidden constellations
Are stars that we call home
Soon enough
The dreams we hold onto
Become something we can feel
Soon enough

I wish the clock will never strike 12 tonight
and it would stop
so the world
won't move.

Only then my own warriors will help me
walk up to you
frozen and still, and I'd sheepishly whisper
"I love you"

Maybe you'd realize that
the lights you wish on
aren't the only ones you need.

Maybe you'd realize that
the dead hands you hold on to
aren't the only ones that are free.

Maybe you'd hear her heartbeat
and realize that hers does not follow
the skipping and tapping of your feet.

Maybe the clock can strike 12
and my infinite qualms about us
would end
and the veneers we have
would descend.

Because in our game of chase
you run to her
and i remain the fool.