Leah, I've spent these seven years awash in sweat and tears so far from home.
See the conclusion as it comes; such disappointment rises with my self and with the sun

Though our dreams may not come true,
the substance of the insubstantial will someday bloom.

Psyche, I spent so many years to learn you really weren't in love with me.
Forgive me for breaking our two backs to bend reality just for me and this dead-end dream.

Though this failure isn't new,
the substance of the insubstantial will someday bloom.

Everything that we have seen will fade between the evergreens of home.
And all our paltry, petty prayers and thousand selfish cares will be gone.

Father, I rise to fall and swift descend to soar directly towards my goal.
Another insubstantial moment proves that substance is proportional to none--none but you.

In this moment you renew,
the substance of the insubstantial comes in view...

Everything that we have seen will fade between the evergreens of home.
And all our paltry, petty prayers and thousand selfish prayers will be gone.

Everything that we have seen will die...

'till we're home.
We're not alone.
Take me home.