Two hemisheres make up the world,
Applying the same to my being,
I am but two holes in a field,
One will be filled with the thrill of the stage,
The other with the radiance that is his face.
Dreaming of a love strong to win,
Those pesky battles of everyday life,
To triumph over everything that tears people apart,
When holding each other will prove most worthwhile,
That is when I will be whole, finally.
