While the sky held her hands 

Her eyes as bold bells I heard

An ocean enough to drown deep to be found a herd.

While care is lost in the seas

Sailors work their hard-earned hearts to find sail

Hums of victory play in spaces and strings.

Traps are ways shadows have come for us to tour through

While days have their own high feeling of thirsty thirds

Hidden sins like plans find souls to thrive.

Virtues and vices have come through the cinematic skies

While time has its own worries in Worlds’ arms saintly 

Numbers have got their own try among reigning symbols 

Power ever strong brawls its own fight in height and tide 

Each prayer finds a place to strive 

While answers work for us or against us loyally and solely