Moments of clarity are few to be offered As time is quite barren yet picked nonetheless Eager hands forever gather Seeking release/a chance to breathe In the dying light Of what we thought we knew This is what I am/this is what Ive become Although disengaged for the moment The battle remains within When what weve become Begins to conquer who we are
As the shadow is further cast In relentless dissonance/In the dying light Of what we thought we knew This is what I am/this is what Ive become Only through our struggles to embrace what was forgotten Do we realize what we have become: ghosts to who and what we loved No one will know my face when I reach the end