Revered under a common light,
it calls your name.
Hallowed by age or beauty,
it waits eternally.
Consecrated by sun or moon,
it orbits your heart.
And blessed by the stars,
as a constant reminder.
Is time really sacred?
Revered under a common light,
it calls your name.
Hallowed by age or beauty,
it waits eternally.
Consecrated by sun or moon,
it orbits your heart.
And blessed by the stars,
as a constant reminder.
Is time really sacred?