Like the songs of shells in the ocean, The past feels like an inconceivable dream, Breathing beneath this lighthouse as its eyes permeate the night.
Lost in the shadow of a family tree, I was but a struggling amnesiac. Till I felt the weight of my bones and learnt the art of breathing, through the length of arid days. Till I learnt to be of service and soothe the pain of vanity.
Now through these stone walls and this sword of light, Free of the borders of skin, A stranger no more, I am found upon those waves... that carry the lost home.