Born into destruction and handed my reigns before
I knew right from left, I still find signals blurry
"This" meant "that", and my lexicon is lacking
And when the pain of others spills over their bounds
Or when, through misunderstanding, they tell me
They are on a path they do not know
I lose my compass. The map I drew so carefully swims in clouded eyes
And I fear I'll tumble out of the world again. How can I keep all I love from slipping?
My hands, my hands! Whose are they?
They tremble and I drop the reigns,
Spinning in a wind I cannot quiet
And I fear the strength in them will not suffice
To hold, hold fast,
I am brought up short.
I come up short... Steady, steady The lights burn in the belfry
And the moon stands witness for all.