I will arise:

in the depths, I will open my eyes;

as my breath almost fails me, survive.

Wait - there's something unclear,

there's soemthing I fear now drawing close.

Could it be you? Whose is that voice?

Is it now time to make a chice?

Ah - that irrational pain!

This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy.

Could it be me? Could it be now?

Should I begin to take my vows?

I will return:

as I live, as I breathe, as I burn

I swear I will come through,

with my hands stretching out in the dark,

with my eye pressed up tight to the glass,

wondering if it's all been true.