The hand creates
And chiseled stone
Rises from beneath the striking
The beautiful is corporal
The beautiful is real
I write these dreams
To make this world
Something more
Than hate and greed
I cast a vision
To change the tides
To give this world
What I have seen
Find the fate within the stone
The Cyphered dreams
Of love enduring
No winds shall come
To move this stone
For here I plant
My gift to you
A monument
Within the mind
The stone is breathing
The heart is beating
And my soul is present
In every word...
Galatea lives
And she will love you
While angels comfort
Should you fall...