Strong is the beat beneath my shirt
Strong are the feet that beat down dirt
Wrong was the thought that stopped my flow
Strong is the oarsman's blow, blow

Soft is the moment in between
Soft is the noise that scrapes a scream
Course is the friction on my skin
Soft is the face of sin, sin

Heavy is the heart that drags it through
Heavy is the start of the mark I queue
Steady is the air that sears my lungs
Heavy is the course begun, gun

Light is the soul that bears me now
Light is the beam that blinds allow
Dark is the warmth that gives me sleep
Light is the life I reap.