This world
And its million thousand layers
It wants to be heard
For human, and hate, and a favor.

I want to believe,

That the skies breathe
Clouds roll into cotton and swim
And the great Sun leaves
Dark falls into love and a feel.

When it lasts,

Pass us a day to reminisce
And its million different flavors
It is alone, distant for eyes
For what it's loved, and hated, and favored.