I hear the thunder roll outside my window.
I feel the sky is opening for me.
I hide my trembling head beneath my pillow,
frightened of the image of being free.
This is the only life that I’ve been given.
It’s my chance to come to terms with who I am.
What’s the phantom I see lurking in the shadows?
It’s telling me that I don’t stand a chance.
The game is never over ‘til it’s over.
It’s time to stop the wandering in the dark.
It’s possible that with my last convulsion,
I’ll release my all essential spark.