i found your notes in the trash.
some prevent our meeting.
the lines are empty, my stair is blank.
i know what i'm to do.
i don't think i can do this alone.
you know, i'll need your help.
my packing list is Light as hell
and well, that's where i'm headed.
so here're the gates, unpolished brass.
my Jurnei worn and sore
but, YES! we found You, here's party goods!
wake up! and arise!!
how are you, my friend?
how are you, my enemy?!
how are we so not the same?
cause when the light's off, i can see you ......
i'll sing to you though seem you deaf,
and to the mute, i hear your scream.
in the Light, we're drawn unto
our shadow's cast to hummm, Your song notes of Love.
