United

Stars aligned; Under the stars was the first time the felt alive. Timing; never their friend, Nothing less than a heart condition, Nothing less than the bleeding of faith’s hand. Faith and destiny; Destiny; standing so far and wide. State lines interrupt the beautiful few souls that are meant to interwine. The void grows darker as these passing flying moments speed by, Like a leech; one soul will fill this void, With the next burning of the eyes. Wrong; so wrong, But the head will hardly speak, The void might be filled, But their bones will always feel weak, Until three thousand disappears to zero, They can fill this hole with a million and one heroes.