I hear songs unsung, faraway unknown
Songs that tell of beauty
Of what should be that is not
I hear as the lyrics unfold
Of this song not yet sang, not yet told
I see beauty and wonder as I wander
Beauty as the lilies, adorned in their ponds
Of the harmony in unity
Of the blissfulness of perfection
I see beauty faraway unknown
A yonder bode, that only I can see
I hear stories, told of this same mystery
Words that express, this same beauty that I see
Talks of fulfillment
Of purpose accomplishment
Of the birth of immortality
But these stories nobody hears
Nobody but me alone
Oh but if this gap could be bridged
Or this veil would be removed
Then you’d hear this song I hear
Then you’d see this sight I see
But with every step that we take
And every move that we make
We move closer still to this yonder bode
To the place of mystery
To the songs and to the sight
To the place where before time
We were joined as one
Where our love was birthed
Immortality
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