'A thousand years of growing young.'

'A thousand years of growing young.'

A thousand years apart, but time still draws us nearer.
I've seen your face now for the first time and my futures never been clearer.

My hearts set in stone, and it's been peirced by a frozen solid sword.
When you can pull the cold wrath from my heart, we will never fall a part.

Because in the end, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how we fought, how we loved and how we have lost.
How we came to be who we are.
If you and I are happy together, that's what I call love.

Can two souls really intertwine?
What do words even mean?
A dictionary only defines words that we feel. How do we know any of this is real?

First love, second chance,
How many times will I love before the one becomes reality?
Less a chance of discarding annother beauty, I want to be my forever.
The never ending story, that ends with you.