From a swerven shore to bend of bay   Just as easy to die on a bright sunny day   When my mind and heart return   To count the crackings of my faults   To try and tell the form is dark   To pitch a pain and make it hold   To crawl through rain in dust parched bowl   These are the things we may not do   This is where the light grows dim   This is where all voice is stutter   This is where all lips shall crack   This is where my life has led me   This is where I chose to stay   This is where I fall apart