In the end it’s balance.

When does love become pain

When does loss become gain

When does death become life

When does peace become strife

 

Your easy way , your easy smile

Let me sleep a while

Let me rest weary flesh 

Let me wake the day afresh 

 

The balance flicks before my eyes,

My ears they rest upon your sighs

The half light caresses your form

You’re not the balance you are the storm

 

The tempest that enters my mind

The turmoil that makes my blind

You’re the Angel that calms the water

With wings that balance the slaughter 

 

In that balance night becomes day

War becomes play, chains become clay

Moments become towers

Time becomes ours