What Will Happen

I never needed you to save me, 

When I lift glossy and set afar,

In racing in awe and slowly fading away; 

In the shade of gold, 

From where I both occurred perpetually. 

I saved the moon thousands of times, 

Ask the moon to save itself, 

While its bloom calls, 

Within bound of my songs, 

And Earth will be saved, 

By our music;

Then you would have forever to grow,

Own time beyond its ticking, 

And Existence will never forget your name.