We Are The Echo Of The Future.

We Travel Far And Fast And As We Pass Through We Forget Where We Have Been

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

I Offer You What I Have My Poverty

Of Course There Is Nothing The Matter With The Stars It Is My Emptiness Among Them While They Drift Farther Away In The Invisible Morning