Far Beyond

Far Beyond Far beyond the stars and morning dew, Their are things know man will ever do, Even as the morning does settle, There is that invisable tone of battle. A battle that makes love see God, And those many whimicials that seems odd. That oddness that makes love feel, That most important part that heals. For if love had a soul to hide, It would surely make sadness my pride. That pride far beyond sadness that seems stalled For sometimes sadness makes a man fall.