Light inside of silence calling,
Masked behind the fear of falling.
A realization that you've already fallen.
Angel, rip untimely wings from
And fight without knowing who
Hope consumed by what you're feeling,
Shadowed by the curse of stealing.
A realization that you've already stolen,
Child, dance until the blood runs
And believe without knowing who
Radiant presence is always paling
Beside the sound of crimson failing;
A realization that you've already failed.
Loner, vote for confidence
And run without knowing how