In a time far away I was in search for her beauty to lay.
The mystery she sought was upon us,
as she leans on to my shoulders to portray.
(“Say not there be adulterers in Heaven.”)
Lift my heart for you to cry on,
as I regret my promise not in one day.
Seek my smile for you to belong,
for I have given you the inner child’s play.
Rest my soul for you to depend on,
take me away from misery as fools speak in cliché.
Seek the words from my lips,
as I am the last speaker to obey.