Ajar to ages past, this door through which I spy Against the skies they cast, absurd attempts to fly Afloat with waxed wings, to test that raptor's realms And they descend, dead kings, left clutching cloven helms...
Don't believe them when they tell you love has got me down. Do you think that I'm the type that love can push around? I may bend but I won't break, my passion can't be bound. I'm gonna conquer love before it conquers me....