The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold
That your words can appease the most blistered spirit
How much I lust for life How much I lust
Finding out what life means to us may be the most intriguing puzzle ever known
The first time we experienced anything so true,
We were so far apart from one another
We kept on instilling trust within grasp,
Believing everything falls into place, depleted the sense of complacency
Forever search, we'll grow!
We'll grow to fix these splintered ghosts
Everyday I open my eyes to see it break again
Behind what we are, the sun is but a hand away
And in the shadows that we called our home exists effulgence within our hearts
I write you now because one of the necessary ingredients
To this great vision that I call my future is you