A cry for shelter, for the span is too far again.
Rocky crags and mountainous ravines my eyes become.
I shall roam in them for a time, for my true self, it is afraid.
I cry for my love to take my hand, but it is relaxed.
My mind searches for my pain, the definition of my life.
What can a soul alone accomplish alone?
What can my soul in tears hope for in fear?
And what can your soul hope to offer my tears and fears?
A great blindness has fallen over my world.
I stumble and fall in the dark.
And finally find myself falling a great distance.
Farther than I've ever fell before.
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