• Hearts beat softly, in their silent tone,
    help is droping, into a little moan.
    Slowly it is clear,
    learning that your end is near.

    Broken glass in your eyes,
    glitter across unborn skies.
    Helping those who you come to past,
    hoping that this will forever last.

    Listen for my soft harp,
    as i play it slowly.
    Wait for golden sunrise,
    hitting between your eyes.

    Never forget here we stand,
    forever hand in hand.
    And listen to my soft, slow rhyme,
    I'll be here, til the end of time..