How many times have I started again?
I string them together and rip them apart.
A million worlds that I hold in my hands.

My beautiful children who rise from the sand.
I think of them fondly, a part of my heart.
How many times have I started again?

They all sing together, from human to wren.
They see me and know me, so blessings impart.
A million worlds that I hold in my hands.

They're all unbelievers who don't understand.
Their lips are pure poison, their souls are all tart.
How many times have I started again?

Different ingredients, all comes out bland.
An apple pie from scratch, seeds are my art.
A million worlds that I hold in my hands.

I hoped for a difference, but this was all planned.
My fingers clench tight, and apocalypse starts.
How many times have I started again?
A million worlds that I hold in my hands.