In these dying days dawning souls a heart in bloom tapestry and music locked within with no words to express what there is inside twilit skyscapes, love and laughter. In these fading days quiet tragedies between memories in photo albums hushing music with in the words you say laden souls look away from twilit skyscapes, love and laughter. In these dying days you do not see your heartbeat glinting in the Son or hear the calling fields of reverie.