I'll not often think of often times in sadness I'll not let a lovely life become a lonely mess I'll not rest a moment 'neath some broken vale for if undisturbed, its sorrow would prevail distances from star to star like lonesome, endless time inches to our eyes are ages in our lives
I'll not wish for suns to rise as they set I'll not beg for closeness as something drifted further yet I'll not hang my head with hopes for all to cease for, if end's born, then in its stillness I won't sleep and surely I'll not fall before your feet