I sense a hope that lives in Unknown,
With every soft pulse of heart
With every shine of gentle sun.
Unknown, hear my faith and turn the Wheel
Where my flesh cannot cross bounds.
I hold The Star in mortal hands,
And I offer it to you.
Unknown, I pray.
Let me find my way to her
Guided by your turns.
Let the wind set me racing;
Bounding to her side.
With every click of chance,
I wish her in kind.
My heart has no grasp
Of great ruling order.
I fail to twist it to my whim;
To shape it with amends.
My ugly pound of heart–
It says true.
Beating and bleeding,
It lays before you.
Unknown,
Let us not part again.
My Earthly flesh and Its desires
I fall to.
