Intro) The nightingale sang to the rose at dawn, Of a love that had vanished, a world that was gone. The rose held its silence, the dew held the light, And the garden grew restless throughout the long night. "Why do you sing for a flower that fades? Why pour out your heart where the daylight decays?" "Because," sang the bird, "though the petals may fall, The love that awakens them outlives them all." Oh, love is the wound and love is the cure, The question that keeps us forever unsure. The farther you wander, the deeper you see: The chains that once bound you can teach you to be free. Outro)
