We echo to ourselves Where no answer came No one person has so may eyes We are who we are We did not want to touch that monsters game The picture strobes growing bright then fading away We recall the feel of it Wiry hair Curious touches Slow Side to Side Stop then start again We recall the feel of it We recall the feel of it The picture strobes growing bright then fading away We should be dead We hide behind doors Never alone We hide from the monster Who are we? We saw black We saw flickers of black We are young We hold the pain deep for us all