And so I imagine, a day will come
When all around me the world will succumb
And all the seas and all the lands
Disappear before me by my hands
And so into deppression I will sink
And with a weight on my mind I will think
About that which is done can never be changed
But disorder can be rearranged.
And so on the day the world crashes down
A magic will surge that needs to be found
A hope that will bring fix what evil changed
Because disorder can be rearranged.
And into a love I will succumb
No longer will I need to feel numb
And the damage I wrought will be no more
Love has come and I shall settle the score
That which was shattered shall be remade
For disorder can be rearranged.