Bewildered... By what could not be Colours amid all grey I see Life emerged from certain demise Hoping for one more day, as the victors prize, Heroic struggle for such a shallow existence To provide joy for my life, my penitence, Both survivors of impious frays, Witnessing all that dismays. As divine they behold, Through their eyes we're written, And by their hands we're folded. Witnessing all that dismays... Rejoice dear Blossom, Our essence is bound.