Evermore

A star shown brightly

in a midnight sky,

and i rowed my boat

across the tide.

      To seek,

        To find, the other side.

There a city i would build,

   with towers of ivory white,

   and steel.

      Upon the bank,

        Upon the shore,

           i would build my city

                called Evermore.

Raised in perfect love and trust,

  a city to endure the centeries.

  In my city i would build a square,

  and place many a statue there.

  Noble as they all would be,

  none more grand than my love

  and me.

Together for all eterity,

    beneath the sky,

      beneeath the moon,

         in a city called Evermore,

stands my love and I,

       upon the beach,

          upon the shore,

              in my city called Evermore.

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