Echo's Pentagram

We cannot change the past, what has come before will always last
Rooted in time, like a serpentine temptation
Buried in the sinews and the flesh of wayward hearts

Before I made my start, I was innocent and pure
Enduring all though ignorant of the fall
I sensed a great divide between the hopes and dreams of strangers
And what has actually come to pass between us all
This will not last, this solitude of man
I know that we can overcome the din that separates us all

Guinevere knelt by the wall, drawing pentagrams that rose and fell
Each one foretelling a wish that humans would unleash
A kindness to the world, that birds and fish could understand
But this was not in demand, nor was it meant to be

Can you see the light of Echo's pentagram?
Although enamored by the night, and so you do not comprehend
The sun that shines its radiant rays upon the lands where some have placed
Seeds of hope in gardens by the sea, a familiar calling to you and to me
Once Wintersea has come to pass, a million laughs will shatter all illusion
And though the days are long, and fruitless now, in countless halls
And endless bows, the pentagram lives on, invisible and true
Some might say I've seen this too, though some might say
What does this mean? My faultless dream for love unseen
To flourish and to live on, we cannot change the past
What has come before will always last
Rooted in mind, like a love I cannot find
But I know exists for me, just as it does for you

The sprout of newfound freedom, to choose what you believe
Stay true, and do not fear the end that's near
Beyond the gates where all things pass
Infinity lasts, reflecting: the enormity of space
The enormity of your kindness, that bridges all divides
And separates the separation from the unity inside

A love like this is possible, when circles meet from separate ends
And stars enclosed, cross with a yearning and forgiveness