Sharper than a double-edged sword, it teaches me how to sing
   Stronger than chains of iron, it shows me who is king...
Greater than the mighty clouds, that roll like beasts possesed with hunger,
   and quieter than a blade of grass, that falls and falls asunder...
Mightier than a pane of glass, that reflects what could be there, and sweeter than the lightest tune, that blows and sweeps and cares...
   However much we blink our eyes, however much we shield our heart, forever those tears will keep on falling...whether on earth or mind or heart,
    Beyond what is, exists what was, to discover a chance to live...to not glance around, ashamed of the future, when all you're really seeking is the past,
    To see with eyes of glass, to cringe with pain at a sound...is  life spent, rigid with fear, where no love can be found.