I thought I'd try making a little short story with some lines from some popular prog songs. The story doesn't really make sense, but I'm sure you all know where the lines come from.
All things are a part with the heart and mind united in a
single perfect sphere. So I throw the windows wide and call to you across the
sky, “Even though I’ll be gone, I will live on.” The sun will lead us, our
reason to be here forming lines of horse and steel by even yards march forward
to take them to the new Jerusalem. Then there’d be no sorrow, be no pain, and
it brings it all back to me, yes it brings it all back to me. Using just
available light he could still see far and breathe and hope and chase and love
for you.