The web of life has woven love into her heart. A bond so pure, a kiss so soft. To burst open, her naked heart is not broken. She hears the silent whispers of the world and awakens the soul from its sleep. She shakes the Earth and makes us remember the blood we once bled. Angels shadows; a breeze of dust. But no; she is not lost. From her depths she calls upon God; rests among sisters, divinity and love.
All our prayers will turn stone into dust
Only love remains