Bring me the sunset in a cup

So we may paint it across the sky

Gather a handful of dirt from the darkest caverns

So we may shape this land

Strike a spark from the eternal flame

So we may breathe life into this desolate land

Bring me a wisp of heaven

So we may have a place to dream

Capture the essence of time standing still

So we may remember to appreciate the little things

Sharpen for me a wicked Reaper’s Scythe

For all life must eventually come to an end

Bring me rejuvenating slumber

Because molding a world can be quite tiresome