I hear a voice speaking of darkness, in me.
It ties me to all of those from which I tried to break free.
It shows me all I am and all I ever was.
I long to see the dawn, but I'll be gone at dusk.

I hear a voice, speaking of freedom in me.
My bland persistence is getting claimed by the sea.
The wind carries all there is, and all there ever was.
I close my eyes as everything, crumbles down to dust.