This anxiety that covers me,
my bleeding hands grab willingly.
Holding onto what I cannot clearly see,
trying to transform to what I cannot fully be.
This is not completely me,
I am not completely free.
Still in happiness I grieve,
still in welcoming I leave.
I am gone, gone, like the night from the sun.
Like the beat from the heart, it won’t start, it won’t start.
Move me, prove me wrong,
give sound to this voiceless song.
Open ears to the things that I speak,
hear you, hear me.