tiny glimmers   little glitters   in the cold dark night   deep in a cavernous sea   so full and still so empty      little flickers   little hope-givers   hope to have meaning again   so scared to lose this sense of peace   just grateful for some relief      but i still fear the worst   that i'm stuck on this course   i need to hear your voice      under your feathers   whatever weather   in your cool, dark shade   been in the hot-seat   burned by the passion of the merciless sun   but now i have found some relief      but i still fear the worst   that i'm stuck on this course