Eight is like infinity, It has no start or end. Eight is made in symmetry, two lives joined hand in hand.

Fill my heart with love and light, hold me close throughout the night, keep my love always in sight, help me win this…

Fill my heart with love and light, hold me close throughout the night, keep my love always in sight, help me win this…

We live in this reality, enslaved by our mundanity, in search of true morality, in hope of immortality.

Age proves not maturity,  nor faith prove innocence,  skin is nought but what we see,  true love gives all a chance.

To tell the world your secrets, to keep nothing inside, to give up all your regrets, to let your heart decide.

No matter what the distance, through all the pain we see, we fight on with persistence, to be all we can be.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, the love I feel can be no wonder, for no matter where life takes my heart,…

I look towards the future with a growing sense of fear, a deep concern for what I know is ever drawing near, yet…