Follow Through

I will learn to console The dying cylon Whose hope Has binary slow turned Into grief into Hearts we hid up our sleeves I didn't have to leave I can see I was hopeless and naive Now I see now I see Making good on our plan As I stuck to my presets No offense It's just I never made amends With myself I'll always see through this lens The wires bind the stems I will not Shoot my valence through the air I am not One of them Two words I never thought they'd be the ones I'd choose And I'll always follow through Few turns I never thought they'd be the ones of news It's closer than I ever knew