It always seems more quiet... in the dark...
it always feels so stark...
How silence grows under the moon...
constellations gone so soon...
I use to think I was bold...
I used to believe love would be fun
Now all my stories have been told-
except for One.
as the stars start to align...
I hope you take it as a sign...
that you'll be ok...
everything will be ok.
and if the Seven Rings collide
Although the day could be my last...
you will be ok.
when I'm gone, you'll be ok.
and when Creation goes to die!
You can find mе in the sky!
upon the last day...
and you will be ok...