Outside the shuttered windows
Across the empty space
The lights of the city
Fade without a trace
We walk down the path
Beneath the crimson sky
My fathers eyes, like ice
As we say a brief goodbye
Goodbye
I can hear the pounding drums
In the rhythm of my heartbeat
I can feel the ancient fires
My blood burns with their heat
In a race for survival
For the survival of our race
We each test our fitness
Against the trackless waste
Over the mountains
Over the burning stone
The sky turns to stars
I push on and on alone
I move through the darkness
Past my hope, past my fear
Up the steep rocky slopes
No second chances here
The air, cold and thin
Flails at the land
The blood stains the stone
In the image of my hand
I listen to the darkness
I look for the sounds
I can feel the fires
I can hear the drums
Touching once
And always touched
The most intimate contact
Demands the ultimate trust
A meeting of minds
A quiet shift of my perception
A glimpse behind your mask
And we are reborn in this new conception
With increased understanding
From two to one, we meld
A fleeting feeling of unity
That may be touched but never held
Now I see through your eyes
As you gaze back from mine
Memories intermingle
As Katra's meet and entwine
We are one, and the other
Never and always, forever
Lost within our new secret self
One another, apart and together...
"The spear in the Other's heart
is the spear in your Own:
You are He."
Violence begets Violence,
Death breeds Death,
Hate places hatred upon oneself.
Only, unification shall bring hope.