Today I am alive again,
Searching for the reasons,
In the past, my lies are friends
To every darkened season.

I long to live, create, and die
A slow, meaningful death,
Where whitened, shining dreams defy,
And there's no need of breath.

But in this moment, I am here,
Walking, breathing, dying
And soon to find the path that's clear
The sun, my soul, is rising.