• The time will come where we'll be as one,
    to take on the world as if its all been done.
    The sound of your voice will fill my life with joy,
    the blast of the bombs will take after Troy.
    The soft of your touch, the love in your eyes,
    the last thing I will gaze upon before my demise.
    The echoes of your voice, while I hold you no more,
    will rip my heaven like the world that they tore.