Cut and shape your heart, Out of the courage, That exists not in what you are, But what you can be,
We can become, All that all we are capable of, But I relinquish your path, Breeding death before demise,
Death seeks us at all times, Taking flight with your instruments of control and fear, A moment in time, never still, and I can see our possibilities, Held back by chains assembled by the pattern of us,
Patterns of us failing ourselves, Worlds weighed under our choices.