Heat, in a passionate stare
Caring for a simple dream...
Waiting is a world, to wish in an avidity's care
Is a beautified season, of this history, a quiet queen?

The throne of a royal woman...
Doe's, a hallowed choice begin at home?
Antiquity would indicate, a sense of reason
Long looks at a man, and the void of what silence has done?

Anarchy in a song has sprung into view
Paces and passion, patience and promises
With an original muse, for when asking is who...
Has the voice of earthen stares and worthier cares, a being for wise?

Is new and again later, the fate come to you forth a hug?
Was youth a drama of whole liberty, or the consumption of a kiss?
Silence is forever a king to come, like a house of a wish in love?
As shrewd as this may seem, is us a season for that if this?

Shame becomes a list of anxiety, with a moment to tell...
Youth is a story of a quiet and austere generosity, you should give...
Until a shadow has been named by itself, as if a world was little...
More than faith of others, when special was a curiosity to live...

The day of pregnancy's beauty?
The song has become a human challenge, that has been won
By now; you may have noticed how droll a hap can be, for suiting...
But champion's with privilege's cloth, will become a voice for seeking eternal love...