Listen, heart Listen close-listen 2 the melancholy Melody of your own voice I am weary of my own dreaming I am tired of waiting So this time, I'm leaping
I reach-beyond myself 2 see What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time In this place beyond my sight My heart knows what is not yet seen I'm witnessing my own becoming
Lash myself 2 the Mantle of my desire-I will Turn from its temptations But the wanting takes me higher
I am hurting Oh, I am not yet born I am the mother and the father Of what is not yet known Darkness surrounds me I scratch, I struggle, I breathe
