If all I asked, was the love
A thousand woman's hands came fourth; and in all just as young and vibrant
In where would I find yours?

In the dark, none a face to vision, no eye's to which to know
Bodies of no form hidden, within the shadows
In where would I find yours?

The voices carried over each other, a chorus, of the same
A tranquil voice, a thousand strong sang
That tricked my mind, unable to single out yours
In where would I hear yours?

...And if the gods proclaim, this quest not yet to be rewarded
I will not give them the pleasure in my exasperation. I so will continue seek in wander
My quest well worth my dreams...My dreams so vivid in you