Who would know all the shadows under the Sun.
Does anyone knows all the dead ends in the night.
An angel met a soul one time, in the middle of the air.
The angel conveyed the wonder
Of heavenly gardens in a breath,
The soul spoke of earth’s own secrets;
Of the magic of love and death.
Then a smile crossed the angel’s face
The eternal rays to ponder so;
And the soul did weep for the grace
Of light and dark's game to know.