Glittering.
Like the storm you cannot avoid or fight against, I come.
Like the summer rain washing off the dust, I fall.
Like the silver full moon in the sky, I shine.
Like the oldest tree in the woods, I stand.
So come with me, together we’ll be stronger.
Take my hand and fall with me, wait no longer.
We’ll rise like stars, above horizons.
And shine so bright, they’ll think we’re diamonds.
