Simple words that break the silence
like a cornflower is the purest
of all oceans there is but one.
A name, a song, a prayer
for all there really is to know
nothing but a simple request.
For all you really seem to know
nothing but your name, a song, a prayer.
For all the Gods really gave to know
nothing but a song, there is a prayer
hidden in your name. A name
enclosed by poetry of the song.
For all there is, there only seems to be one thing
one name, one song, one prayer.
For all I know
that is all we need, may ever need.
One name. One song. One prayer
more than is ever necesary.
For all we know
nothing more is meant to come our way.