In the light of your eyes I dance.
To the sound of your voice I fall.
With the faith of the Gods I crawl to you,
and still, I never feel small.
In the light of the new moon you carry me.
On broken shoulders of what has passed.
In a world of only the strong and the brave,
you do as you have been asked.
And I place another kiss upon sweltered lips
to heal the tattered soul within.
To start the hands of time turning in our favor,
so we can begin again...