Our brazen decadence cuts through crowds,
Young delights, we ring out so free, so loud.
Violet heat stretched through time,
For all to see, to know he's mine.
Yet knives stab through, blunt at time.
Midnight tears. So dark, our deep guilt chimes.
Fire. Flames. Her ash smothers our light.
Lost in chaos, his hand held tight.
We sail on in passion, irretrievably bound.
Honest faith. Truth is our sound.
A warmth stronger than we'd ever known,
He sees it in me, how much I've grown.
