The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

Dry Your Eyes O Dry Your Eyes, For I Was Taught In Paradise To Ease My Breast Of Melodies.