The wind, the ocean, the silence, the awakening
The crib, thy loins, the science, the deafening
A young boy, a man, and a loss providing insight
Your voice, your fire, your soul dividing midnight
The look, the laughter, the grip of your fingers
The void, the echo, and remnants they linger
With eyes wide shut, I began to see
Then once I died, I began to live
