I will arise: in the depths, I will open my eyes; as my breath almost fails me, survive.
Wait - there's something unclear, there's soemthing I fear now drawing close. Could it be you? Whose is that voice? Is it now time to make a chice? Ah - that irrational pain! This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy. Could it be me? Could it be now? Should I begin to take my vows?
I will return: as I live, as I breathe, as I burn I swear I will come through, with my hands stretching out in the dark, with my eye pressed up tight to the glass, wondering if it's all been true.