Piercing through the clouds, a hot sun's ray
Hitting the floor of this extremely cold place
Warming people of the Earth at a slow pace
Making the flowers bloom in the month of May

As the risen rose shine a beautiful image
Without a sound, a cheering crowd approaches
To acclaim this beauty with gift of matches
To let the rose warm up the glorious stage

Being in the third act of William's seven parts
Striving to be the star, illuminating its role
Playing with passion, not hiding in a black hole
Lightening the gateway, passage through the hearts

At every age, the message is to be important
For emerging through the glistening early dust
Confession is immediate for the sin of lust
Control (or lack of) over the culture's repent

Ironic to utilize the great force of magic
Illusions of dreams; true love is very cold
Dealt a bad hand, this gambler must fold
Now seeing the truth, eyes opened to logic