When the strings of the skies are played
The winds carry a scarce yet bounteous spirit
Halcyon symphonies silently float
Written sung unheard aloud

And what it touches is left gold
so it will share it's gleam and warmth
To join the sacred ancient fires
Bearing only one light, understanding and sound

Those who feel the truth with immortal eyes
Won't need to fear the barren valleys
Won't need to know more of the unknown
For in their minds their souls are free

To love and fly forevermore
Among the warning thunder of our peace
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No more lies +Steven ***********

Thank you with all my heart, Franziska.

I love you.