Over the edge of the bluff lies a distance. It's lost,
deep and consuming.
I've clawed, fought, and surrendered.
Loss turns to despair, despair to hatred.
I hate you and your fears.
Your fears are my fears, and the dawn reveals a truth.
We believe in the truth we neglect. A wind is a whisper, a gale
a shout.
My fear is a breeze, keep your ear to the wind and you'll hear me