You and me, a fragile pair,

Chosen once, then torn by air.

The Four decide, they fight, they scheme,

And so they shatter our fleeting dream.

The darkness takes me, swallowing me deep,

And yet you remain, their arms to keep.

I reach, I beg, for your somata to be near

That endless silence bleeding through every tear.

Apart we wait, in night’s cruel hold,

Our story left half-done, half-told.

Will they please, oh please be right?

Or leave us lost in this endless night?

Yet I still pray, though hope is thin,

That light may come before our decay

It will be worth any price we might pay

That someday I’ll have you, my left again.