We can’t hear Your sound when we’re underground. I cannot remember life before I came here. I've been buried alive, swallowed up into the earth. I met a queen, she told me that home’s just a dream. I’m worried that maybe she’s right, and there’s no such thing as sunlight. And You’re just someone I imagine, when I feel alone late at night. She’s beautiful and sings to me songs of the underground sea,and says one day I’ll be her king, if I’ll admit You’re a dream.
I know I’m not dreaming, there must be something beyond these walls. I will search and find it, even if I have to crawl. For too long have I existed in this dim half-light. When darkness surrounds, and I can’t see, I will use my heart as my sight. Longing for the sunlight with all I am. Waking from this dense night to breathe again.Truth upon the moonrise, silver on my hands. Roaring through the new heights, I hear Him.
