The dread in my life is almost more than I can bear
I'm knocking on a door that vanishes with each touch
The weight of responsibility is in full force
Between honoring my mother and father
And a child that must swallow her Father borrowing her time

I walk in a light that flickers along with my doubts
When the right thing is the wrong thing
What can be picked from a vine of unending questions?
To be released from suffocating love
I'd rather bury myself in delusion than face another day of reality

When death is life
Have I become immoral?
When a child's forgiveness is assume
Have I become calculating with love?
When a moment alone is all I crave
Have I become a deserted island?
No matter
The whisper of the conch never ends