I am but the Grass, and you are the Sun
Hark, I hear but an angel, that is hidden from the light. Come sweet angel I pray you, give your presence here and still the night. Show yourself to the ever jealous stars and let me gaze upon thee, for I would gaze upon thee as if thou were sun and I was the grass. I only ask you come into the light, so that I may, with timid eyes, see the love that has stolen my soul. In the shadows still thee hides, and I must venture on the quest to conquer thy own demons and free you from the wretched darkness that binds you. Oh a sign or a promise, a word or a song that pledges the same devotion that I have for thee. I beseech thee, give me, the grass, a hint of your glorious warmth, or I shall wither and parish, and return to the dust that I once came. And with I that will turn to dust, and a gentle wind will come and carry me to my own hellish resting place, so once again I pray step out of the dark, and show light to this broken man, that will fall before thee...