Embodied through of spirit,
we seek as devine right,
understood only by whom envolved,
we seek to answers in questions unspoken,

To die and yet to have lived,
in prescence of mind be a dot,
within grains on sand of thoughts,
has truly life been remarkable,

Am i to be burned by this dying sun,
before she returns to the nothing,
As i once was before she'd come,
is truth an earnest then surely i must,

Craitors in souls where demons reside,
admist this moment of madness,
which has taken my mind,
never will they stand the time.

There is a free mind to play its games,
clouds in which to have fun with,
in all this madness i remember,
the moment here is mine.