No One Understands That You Have Given

When I Break Any Of The Chains That Bind Me I Feel That I Make Myself Smaller.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.