Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.