It's the stars that light her path,
they cry for her, they lie for her.

Looking through the window
of time,
obsession never fades,
it grows and flourish.

Turns from ignition, to spark,
to fire, to flames out of control,
whether it be hate or love,
or love/hate.
It never dies.

Magicians and prophets
see the past, the present,
and the future,
whether it be dark or light,
or light/dark.
It never dies,
it grows and flourish.