sing to me your song of life,
with your breathe of sorrow.
Turn it into a symphony,
of we'll be fine tomorrow.

The moonlight falls beneath our feet,
and lifts us up if we please.
The thought of you falling apart
hides a tear reflecting me.

In this night your melody
could make it to my ears.
Maybe for once it could save us all,
and triumph thought waking fears.

Dreams come with fear of loss,
and hope is never sure.
Faith becomes a long coin toss,
In which love can always concur.

so,
sing to me your song of life,
with your breathe of sorrow.
and turn it into a symphony,
maybe we'll be fine tomorrow.