I give up. Where's that voice gone away to? Lost behind the turmoil, trying so hard to fight against the storm. I haven't heard that voice at all. Not yet. I don't need it to come from outside. That won't help at all. I've built myself up too thick against you all. I don't believe a word you say. I'm shaking against the flood; my walls won't stand much longer. They've been crumbling, crumbling, crumbling. One look sends me unexpectedly, rapidly falling back into the dark. I never imagined I'd be here right now. The song tells me to keep singing, but I still think I've failed. Still shuddering. Still wondering what's wrong with my structure. I need that voice. 'Stop clenching your jaw. Stop biting your lip. You're not over.' I am, I am, I am. But I can't wait to hear it sing to me, softly leading me back to where I belong. Wherever. Take me with you, please.
"I think I'll die another day,
There's so much more to know."
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