Take away the sun, so I may rove the ocean despite light.

Let go the hand, so sightless fog drifts in between reflections of ourselves.

Give me a lifetime to forget the language of my birth, so only wind screams out my 

my lungs when I'm aflame.

                                                                                                     We were born to create.

                                                                                                 I will not betray my instinct.

                                                                   I will dig my voice out from beneath the stone.