My insides feel like a forsaken tomb that has been reawakened by a misguided seeker
A mummified corpse cursed by the trials of life

But one who has been still in her coffin
Hoping and waiting and dreaming and hoping again
What fools our hopes make of us
For no one can truly bring the dead to life

Not even one such as you, brilliant and vibrant as you are
The very image of the dawn
You are the sun, but I am the shadow of doubt you cast
And you will set before I can rise