Enigma Prism of Life

I am hunted by the future,
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture,
Of my everlasting cast?
Love is phasing,
Love is moving,
To the rhythm of your sight.
I get closer,
To the crossing point...of light.

"Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt cæli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus..."

Let us try to live our lost illusions,
They're the sun at night.
If we don't, we'll never taste
The spice of life,
And when it seems, that we're in a dead end street,
There's no reason to cry,
Cause we have, a helping hand, who's always aside,
Forever light.