The escaping from heaven,
the run between lines.
The entire parade
from the unholy line.
The amusement of the night,
where it lets us all go blind.
The entire collection
of the most wanted perception
from my entire mind.

From the entire world
You chose me.
From the entire particles of life
You breathed me.
And now I cannot let You escape,
let You be forgotten.

In the gardens of the unknown,
as he returns, the flowers are grown,
and peace has performed.

No more drowning in the hiding.
No more regrets.
No more hate.

As we are,
we are one.

In the middle of the entire sun,
we are holding each other’s skies.