| Lilacs |
|---|
| Lighter and bolder, three wings of a crane |
| Desolate lilacs to adorn every soul, now taste death |
| Skimming and swelling, we bled into stone |
| Grief and vain sorrow to adorn every soul, now taste death |
| We must find the will to stand again, throughout space’s loss |
| We are children, conceived within the hourglass |
| Feigning indifference, the womb and the siege |
| Sacred desire |
| I held onto devotion |
