The sun goes up; the moon goes down
Or perhaps the other way around.
The silk and velvet of my gown
Were always lost since they were found.

My soul lies
True and still
I know the power of my will.
And since my path is clear to me,
I know now what I must be.

And show me how; And show me when
I guess that I will never care.
All that I see was made by men
Or something higher, might I dare?

And roads were made; And paths were lost,
My heart and soul my body's ghost,
The very core that lies within
It boils so coldly in my skin.

And out of breath; And too much air,
It's something higher, might I dare?
And all that's lost; And all that's found
Is buried safely underground.