While the sky held her hands
Her eyes as bold bells I heard
An ocean enough to drown deep to be found a herd.
While care is lost in the seas
Sailors work their hard-earned hearts to find sail
Hums of victory play in spaces and strings.
Traps are ways shadows have come for us to tour through
While days have their own high feeling of thirsty thirds
Hidden sins like plans find souls to thrive.
Virtues and vices have come through the cinematic skies
While time has its own worries in Worlds’ arms saintly
Numbers have got their own try among reigning symbols
Power ever strong brawls its own fight in height and tide
Each prayer finds a place to strive
While answers work for us or against us loyally and solely