Let The World End Another Day...

In the end there's so much more to it than we can comprehend.

I'll take a bow, search for your hands and somehow grab ahold of them.

I don't have words or sounds for it, there's no thing that I could make.

And if time were to finally cease then what actions could I take?

The only thing that will matter then is the light beneath our skin.

And the body, shape, figure or form of the person that's within.

The things we'll learn and joys to come, grow closer everyday.

No longer searching for an end to it, each night I pray for just one more day.