We: young, loving looking at skies to dream 

Our dreams alive: all white, as soft a dove 

Young once passion contained our minds, 

love steam

And our hearts longed to see life from above

Travel away we sought to purpose ties

Our hands: veins red, passionate, fire lit, lightning

We still could not see right, above our skies

The Dreams watching, grab our hearts: tightening

Night came, showing stars bright, they are guiding 

Searching with lightened touch, into the dark

Dark sinks into our scars, we are dying 

No stops toward our dreams: making our mark 

We yet make it: striving toward the skies

So let us die, joining heavens tides.