The earth is of a beauty that is transient And cannot be kept alive A veil upon the earth hides the pain And isolates human from human to live in Grief and solitude... Happiness is an illusion darkest hours Are to become The tears have dried up There is no where to run Come in earnest I beseech thee The heart tolls with each beat it has begun My sorrow bleedth clear springs touched by A fallen rose Come seeketh the truth as time is unforgiving To become as one in the dreams We envisioned and let it be my love Our dawn our beginning