Is there anyone out there in the dark times of my soul?
Is there an eye in the endless sea of my fingers words?
Is there a voice in the silence of my despair?
Is there a hand to reach out to in my weakest nights?
Is there a song to lull the tremors of emotions?
Is every weak moment so intense to shake my core?
Is my strength a fragile skin to hold in the weakest of my nights?
Is there an anchor as I fall away?
Is it my night to swim alone and fall into the waves of feelings?