If the words were enough...
To transit time...

Running through the hillside,
Living a love with you as my guide...

1st Verse:
Being with you is like owning my own cloud...

If you sing the song,
What could possibly go wrong...

The sun, the sky,
To the Earth, and on High...

I wandered so long, shrinking from the slightest...
A cold, bleak, hardened heart...

In my mind there is a symphony,
Playing proficiently with the thundering sound of...

In the Mist, In the Briar,
Deep inside the heart of a blackened liar...

Darkness falls, and it's time to be afraid,
Hiding under the covers, in a fortress she made...

You have continued your straightforward course,
Into the recesses of my inimical, cold heart...

Thoughts of you are like some great, euphoric...
Intoxicating, stimulating, titillating...

Deafening quiet, certain unsureness,
Hopeless hopefulness and a sour sweet...