To place a risk where the soul residesnIn a book or in this roomnnWill the mist rise or be left behind?nWill these flowers die or bloom?nnIn time if followednThe pulse re-birthed will findnSummer solsticenA green earth paradisennFaith replace our eyes with something good nSomething newnAll that we know is nLife is not what it seems to benIs it just a dream?nnA ghost will mark us near seven timesnOne mark short to skin we'll movenThese seven seals are now the dripping downnAnd this wax is melting throughnnIn time if followednThe pulse re-birthed will findnnFaith replace our eyes with something good nSomething newnAll that we know is nLife is not what it seems to benIs it just a dream?nnIn time if followednThe pulse re-birthed will findnnFaith replace our eyes with something good nSomething newnAll that we know is nLife is not what it seems to benIs it just a dream?