The screams fade and slowly die...
Now silence fills the room...
Darkness comes, the voices fly...
Alone again beneath the gloom...

The silver sliver up bemoans...
Calling, yearning, whispering...
The walker walks, the asphalt groans...
Burning bright and lingering...

The smooth and steady wind's caress...
The soft and gentle night's embrace...
The walker feels them as she sleeps...
The screams fade without a trace...

Light comes, she screams again...
As all her comforts turn to pain...
she is awake...she is awake...