These are the times we hoped for.
These are the times we dreamed of.
These are the things we won't let go.
But what becomes of that love?
I feel so strongly now
these things I crave to share.
Yet I fear myself already too late,
for no one else is there.
I close my eyes and ask your gods
what tribute they did seek.
Only to find those horrors were right,
we all sow what we reap.
