Who survived?
Somebody new?
Anyone else but you?
On a lonely night was a blinding light
A hundred leaders would be borne of you

And though I know, since you've awakened her again
She depends on you
She'll go alone,
and never speak of this again

I don't know much about your life beyond these walls
The fleeting sense of love within these God-forsaken halls
And I can hear it in his voice,
in every call
"This girl who's slept a hundred years has something after all"