Two Souls

Reminiscent of the ghosts of the past. She let me see for myself. The bends of a young man's heart. The curves of a young mind. And those gentle cords. It looks weaker than a reed. Hardened like steel and solid. The hand of Heaven has bound them. We are far and near together. We stand proud of our beauty. Like ancient obelisks, silvered by the moon. The same pride without an example. And we only look into the distance differently. One soul is a living faith. The other is eternal sadness. And those gentle cords. It looks weaker than a reed. Hardened like steel and solid. The hand of Heaven has bound them. Holding out the magic hand. She said, "Slave, live." And I'm fighting like a trapped bird. In the snares of the genius of love. We are far and near together. We stand proud of our beauty. Like ancient obelisks, silvered by the moon. The same pride without an example. And we only look into the distance differently. One soul is a living faith. The other is eternal sadness. We are far and near together. We stand proud of our beauty. Like ancient obelisks, silvered by the moon. The same pride without an example. And we only look into the distance differently. One soul is a living faith. The other is eternal sadness.