From a swerven shore to bend of bay

Just as easy to die on a bright sunny day

When my mind and heart return

To count the crackings of my faults

To try and tell the form is dark

To pitch a pain and make it hold

To crawl through rain in dust parched bowl

These are the things we may not do

This is where the light grows dim

This is where all voice is stutter

This is where all lips shall crack

This is where my life has led me

This is where I chose to stay

This is where I fall apart