Walking this path, touching the walls, I lay asleep and then wake up I’m not sure if tomorrow will come once again The moment that I realized This form of mine was ending soon I started to cry out for life again
If only these two feet of mine were Free to run around I’d take a running start outside of this room, away
If only these two arms of mine were Free to move around I’d try to reach out to someone close to me
If only someone named God were here What good would he be to me? I’ll hold on to these pulsing strings that I need
I feel this pain, it hurts me so But even then, I want to live On tranquil nights I can’t seem to sleep peacefully The very day I realized This form of mine was ending soon I let myself be born a second time
I feel this pain, it hurts me so But even then, I want to live On tranquil nights I can’t seem to sleep peacefully An endless count of short-lived “ifs” were cutting through the sound of the Machine that graphed the beat of my heart
Being born here, waking up now, I sleep again and after that What could there be waiting at the end, I wonder? I see these dreams of countless “ifs” fading away to pieces as The endless night goes on in gentle darkness