He answers in a hardened tone,

glaring at the few left prone.

He hurries onward in his plight,

Passing those who dreamt this night.

He feels the ache of lovers lost,

And disregards the rising cost.

He grasps the hand and understands,

That ths is what his heart demands.

He leads them through the crowds again,

And answers all their where's and when's.

He shows them that they can be free,

And breaks the chains of Destiny.

He asks that Time return anew,

And finds that Love has ventured too.

He meets BOR in falling rain,

And begs "him" not to leave again.

He tells him that he has to know,

Why it is they love him so.

He answers in his glorious might,

At last The Children Will Unite.