Ein Jahre

Sep 24, 2005 00:35

Our bodies will bend,
As our souls, they'll blend
Together, their essence aswirl

And while oaths are made,
Old walls will be laid
Down crumbling; New wings will unfurl.

If nurtured gently,
They'll fly to any
Location, we'll bathe in the stars

Where we will be One,
Drift off from the sun,
Let go of who we think we are

We'll finally land,
Amidst heaven's sand,
Bodies wish, there, for sweet release

Desires granted,
Binding words, chanted
Loving always, but heaven must cease.

Our song crescendos
We'll see the end of
This ecstasy speed quickly near

Our souls, they'll lament
Must bodies be spent
So quickly-why not remain here?
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