From the dawning,
To the dusk.
We drift and we wander.

Souls,

in search of that,
which is a part of us,
yet missing from ourselves

Born of hope,
yet pinned to the dreams of another

We find salvation,
in not our own passion,
But instead in that
of another’s creation.

For our truth,
our being,
Is that of two halves,
Becoming whole again.

Yet in truth
Some will drift and wander forever,
For some souls
Aren’t meant to be saved.