A sewing needle pulls a red string
Taut against the flesh of my lips
By my own hand I am bound
From my mouth nothing slips


you're gone and the world seems to slow
the plants and the creatures bow their heads low
they can see and they all can feel
that a place is empty, you are missing, they know

it's not altogether ideal
that the world has stopped, it's quite unreal
but it knows exactly what's wrong
the very earth, the dirt, the air, can feel

the little birds miss your gentle song
and sadly now they move along
because their chirpings nevermore
will feel quite like they belong

the world stops for one moment or four
the sun shines brighter, and furthermore
the waves hug the sand as they wash ashore
a farewell to you not here anymore

How to feel
How to express love
Tell me what I feel

Who am I
Who am I
Who am I

Tell me who I am
I can't think for myself

Could not thou have claimed me, too
When with intent you came.
Took her soul and off you flew
And left I ne’er the same.

I live too much inside my head
I don't know how to get out
When I'm gone they'll say they never knew me
That, I know without a doubt

They give me a candle to walk
Tell me, march!
Your light will pave the way for the lost and the mourning,
But what path of my own?

Selfish! They jeer.
Erred, you have, strayed away.
Thinking for yourself, for yourself.
Only.

They give me a candle to walk.
Tell me, halt!
Little children come past, with the lost and the mourning,
To warm their hands and souls.

Thank you! They call,
And wish me good health,
While their own sinks and withers.
Thinking not for themselves, never themselves.

I light my own candle and walk.
Tell myself, go on!
This light has yet to warm myself,
But for the lost and the mourning?