Are you breathing, child?
Are you traipsing through the wild-
Barreling like a shadow through the city streets at night?

Are you alive, little one?
Are you feet carrying you for as long as you may run-
Do you weep like the moon at the rise of the sun?

Are you sleeping, sweetheart?
Are you staring at the sky with a wandering heart-
Will you grow old, will we be torn apart?

Are you here, child?
...
Are you here?