You're an illusion, refusing to grasp the impending,in-varnishing certainty.
Appreciating the minutes of love and kindness.
Bear no malice for one another,no assurance of gratitude in return.
Set yourself free.
Foresee the earthly,God is seen in us no more.
Take with you the heartaches,till your perishing light sustains.
The relief is near.
The relief is near.
