Eyes can't see, but hearts can tell
The difference that we know too well.
Between the tangles, darkness pounds
In contrast with delicious sounds.

Those footsteps falling from the sky
Shake down with them the battle cry:
"We go, we fight!" and the sun will rise
To dry the teardrops in our eyes.

Yes, love can make or break the soul
Entice to lose our self control
While passion faithfully whispers here
Of quiet longings in my ear.

While taste and touch and glories say,
"Desires never melt away.
You foolish girl, I watch you sleep.
Oh, the wicked rest while the innocent weep!"

Yes, the wicked rest while the innocent weep.