I have spoken countless words,  

Dreamed a thousand dreams,  

Yet all in the veil of distance,  

Bound by the delicate mind’s cage.

We wander this gifted life,  

Seeking love to share,  

Longing to be seen,  

To converse, to sip our own verses,  

To dream in the company of another.

Yet, in solitude’s embrace,  

Who will save you from drowning  

In the depths of your own silence?  

Who will teach you to swim  

Or lift you from the sweet tranquility  

Of your own quiet despair?

In the end, who rescues but yourself?  

Though knowing you cannot guide your own way,  

Or halt your own sinking.  

When the struggle begins,  

Is success not your sole salvation?