They've flashes of pride and anger, but filled with brightness within. With sparks and light, but never together, they're love and the lightning. Made of meagre elements, with strengths abound, my friend; A clash can tear the world apart, never to contend till the end. And the branches of lightning, can cut the branches of love. But end its own path, my friend; and end for what it strove. What with for aiming daggerheads, the thunder tears the sky. And then it rains aplenty, my friend; and the lands bloom fertile. With the love in their roots, it embraces the earth in warmth. And spread the trees their shadowy wings, to welcome with their open arms. They live for one, and fear or joy, the bounds with which they hold. And still they're never together, their paths etched so long ago. You pull with a fiery rage, But not to you, I'm very near. The other side is where I'd be, my friend, 'cause love wants for love, and you want for fear.