The fires in our hands know of nothing but pain
We forgive as we forget, the emptiness inside
Is filled with love, and the sunsets of hope
We cry when we are lied to, we love when we are loved,
And we have faith in everything daily
We are the Sun, we are the Moon, we have faith
That everything will turn out in the end, and it usually does
The brokenness we once collected, cracked sunlight
Falling into begging eyes
We love our pasts, but getting caught in them is never wise.
We laugh with our sadness, and bleed with our happiness
There is love, there is life, and there is hope, the unending serendipity
that we all share, filling the emptiness inside