I mourn for us though we haven't faced the darkest of dead-But a glimmer of chance still lives in our grievous head...
Our souls are pulled to the day and drawn to the night-There lies the dream if we just face the light...
All, everything faces the most disastrous of wrecks-but the chance still breathes before the rope's around our necks... In that chance there's a beating heart-In that chance are hands resuscitating our new start...
And i hope that i am a chance and you will take me- I am your shackled happiness which you only can break free....
Before the Godly rays are seen>>> The sign of heavenly breath- Take my hand, give your heart and be with me till death
