hands are held in love
hearts are held so dear
as rains from fields afar
scatter through your tears

years will always tell
of the things we could not give
like the kisses after midnight
like the soul that wants to live

and yet fire never lies

never burns without a spark
and from there I see your beauty
hiding in the dark

waiting for the hand

that will hold your heart so dear
waiting for the epilogue
and a final death of fear