I am caught in a tangled web of dreams,
hearing the echoes of ancient screams.
Through the void I yearn for the promised land,
filled with life singing hand in hand.
An angel child sang in the new dawn,
her beauty by the master's hand drawn.
Her song foretells of a new order,
an infinite universe without border.
In her divine innocence I see myself,
as a towering tree or magical elf.
Why you ask must we struggle so?
The answer was written in stone long ago.