Here We Sit. Here we sit, you and I. All these years later, and still the same. Still in love, and still a little afraid. All these years later, and always just the same.
Farmer’s Doom... Here am I, a gentle farmer, Armed with weapons meant to kill. And my only Hope for Heaven Lies beyond these farming skills.
Here is the Day, then - and here, the Night. We hold them both up to Heaven and blind ourselves to Sight.
Betrayal. Here’s to betrayal - Ever constant, more’s the pity. Ever dependable, when the people are humans and there’s hearts to be had!