Stand Up High; Fall Down Deep

How I still see you in the rifts. The girl who still looks at me the same. No matter the form she wears, I still see you.

Darling seeing you and holding your face, I would do it all again. But every time I see you in our rifts you give me those sad eyes again.

Remember; The rifts that remain open. For as long as I exist, you can never shut them. As time itself will never forget, those sad eyes you display.