• I'll survive living on my own,
    that call you hear over the hills
    in the subjacent valley,
    is the thought aloud,
    You can take what you wish,
    possesions no longer sentimental
    but the feelings last forever,
    Hear the call,
    WE ARE EVERYTHING,
    WE WILL NEVER CHANGE FOR YOU.

    In dark,the whispers shout
    In the shout, the whispers crescendo,
    in the crescendo, the will to whisper above
    the shouting.