The rays you secrete are that of pure enlightenment. You are so close, I can almost reach you. No matter how I try, I can't get to you. I thrash around - Trying to avoid the inevitable. The mystical hands are beckoning me from within.
Defeat is near.
Exhaustion is bearing the embrace. I call out the eternal promises we made. The road to my heart is a passage that's clear. But I can feel your soul again. It is always in your power to grasp it.