"Faith is an oasis in the heart
which can never be reached by
the caravans of thinking."

Do I make sense?
I’m speaking but
Can you hear me?

It seems like I’m speaking silence
I suppose I am since, wait--
Do I make sense?

My words are easily misinterpreted
Even now, you’re listening but
Can you hear me?

Tangled tangents taken
From the context of my mind
Do I make sense?

I don’t. Of course the sound waves are reaching you
Still, I have to ask again to be sure
Can you hear me?

L’appel du vide is all I hear
I want to know you’re not the same
Do I make sense?
Can you hear me?

Oh, these sparkling stars,
filling our moonless night with light!
Let's weave them into a
glittering garland of
pure starlight
and wrap our hearts
together with it
keeping our love
pure and strong,
so it's brilliance
will endure
even after
our lives on earth
are only memories
in the eyes of the angels
that we have become.

I may be broken
But I'm anything far from fragile

The light I
seek is here
within me, if
only I see the switch.