how do you walk through the muse.
seeing how I've fallen but never become.
when one day all light has been done
will the darkness shanty on
where will you find yourself when all of life is fallen
and how will we rise to become
what makes us not what we are to see the light
but what makes us see the light that has gone
how do we break a broken tune
when it's wild and it's hair is strune
whispers walk withered way
and see that it is neither night nor day
if we can rise and Fall again
just like a human picking up sand
we are not made to be between
it is all light that has never been seen
what wakes and walks but never fades
are the two runners still making their day
and has father's wrath begun to fade
or will it chase them to the end of their days
who wrote the withered worn wakes
and gave us nothing to forsake
doesn't matter if I don't
don't I matter for not does won't