His Secret Name, Which Belongs To Me,

I Feel A Flash Of Grief So Intense It Almost Makes Me Cry Out: Not For What I Lost, But For The Chances I Missed.

You Can't Tell Me What To Feel

You See, We Didn't Know.

We Can Never Understand. We Can Only Try, Fumbling Our Way Through The Tunneled Places, Reaching For Light.

There Is Only What You Want And What Happens. There Is Only Grabbing On And Holding Tight In The Darkness.