Immortality - Fox Amoore

Shimmering winds softly speak

what we find, what we seek

faith in magic, belief in trust

shows what’s fair, what’s unjust.

A month, a day, maybe a year

or maybe upon an autumn tear

we’ll find the moon, and the sun

and be immortal, and be one.

We are immortal

faithful fateful

We are final

We are one

Leaves fly away

Sinful to stay

But we need them not

for we won’t leave this spot

Drift away into the sun

with thoughts of none

Fade away

as we stay

One.

A month, a day, maybe a year

or maybe upon an autumn tear

we’ll find the moon, and the sun

and be immortal,

and be one.

We are immortal

Faithful fateful

We are final

We are one

We are one