• The flames of a dark past
    Burn still in her chest,
    Even whilst she looks upon
    This vision of terrific Love,

    And in his heart,
    His fear grows unending,
    His pretentious mind
    Unwilling to let her go.

    They both believe it,
    From the bottoms of their hearts,
    They both can see it,
    That at last they've found true Love.

    But even so,
    The both find themselves
    Stuck in apprehension,
    Unable to express themselves.

    They're both afraid of what it might cause
    To love each other openly,
    Too much in fear of broken hearts
    To truly savor what they feel.

    So to the skies
    He sends his eyes,
    And through the lies,
    From ashes she'll rise,

    On wings of gold
    They shall begin ascent,
    With wings of gold
    Now they must learn to fly.