A loud noise fills our ears
As we, standing alone in the dark
Board a circle train of suffering,
Running and hiding, our basic sustenance.
But once again, this quiet, nostalgic violence fills our ears
As it turns us around, we never truly forget
That we were always woven together.
As it rears its head, we never truly forget
Who we are.
As it bars our way, it will one day return to us
Who we’ve always been inside
And weave our heart together.