Distant Worlds

Sitting by in the evening sand—
Twilight, the song of peace;
Clouds dance up with the heavens' stars,
Chanting the name of joyous bliss.

Water fades back from wood to jade,
Gliding on rainbows high;
Flowers bloom into brazen whites,
Reaching our hearts when they're entwined.

Angels chained by a beast locked in slumber;
Sin washed away by the swift flow of time.

I may know the answers,
Though one question I still hear:
What twisted fate has brought us
To worlds that run so near?

Distant worlds together,
Nearer 'cause when once we are,
When I find words inside me
To sing to you this song—

To sing with you this song;
To sing to you, your song.