At night the voices die.
Each small creek,
Each small cry.
Each small dance, each small turn
My heart begins to burn.

The silence is loud,
It echos. The echos bound.
I turn to see my lifeless self,
I turn to see my selfless life.
As I cry.
I cry about how I became mine.

There are people to help,
I swear there are,
But for now I have to sit.
Sit and wait.
Wait for life to prevail.
Wait to start my tale...