To do what is right, and to never turn a blind eye, to fight the good fight, though we don\'t even know why. That we shine so bright, and never forget to see, that our cause is right, when time unveils eternity.
Eternity lives not in the endless horizon, but in each moment, each breath we take. Infinity isn\'t as infinite as the eyes can see, but springs eternal in each miracle we make.
Whence cometh the wellspring of eternity, and wherefore doth it go? Doth it linger in empty spaces, or wander to and fro?
In that empty moment, between thoughts timeless beats, in the spaces between the faces of that we do entreat.
Never once from thought borne did doubtful dwell a wondering heart, yet from thoughts crowned seat do we retreat when we are sundered apart.
Though where does the mind wander to when lost are all its arts, and sorrow lingers last and long deep inside our heart
Calm thy storm and quell thine ire, that favors face thou shall not disgrace, when findeth thee thine own desire
Where doth cold logic stir the heart past deaths last embrace, for only passion drives that which abides hidden behind our face