Salt in my eyes but still I dont cry
forcing a forget t'ord the bitter lies.
An empty chest, the unattainable gift.
The stones remain through the waters I sift.

I am the hand that points only out
as winds of justice escape my mouth.
My sweater clings as my breath expands
Accuracy and obedience, my only friends.

Its not a choice, it stirs in my blood,
don't you think id change if I could?
I have no choice, I am a slave to my line
Otherwise, what have I been doing all this time?

Silvery light begins to weave in,
ending after ending I refuse to begin.
Shards of broken glass in my hand now gleam
A futile gift of sight when I have never truly seen.

I did have a choice, the glass shows my blood
I'd give anything to go back if I could
I dont want the choice, the fear eats away now.
Tears roll down my hands as now I take a bow