Is it the light shining into you?
Is it the heart bleeding through you?
Is it the darkness surrounding you?
Is it the bones you're stumbling through?
Your star makes the earth tremble.
Is it the eyesight that's fading?
Is it the rhyme that has been broken?
Is it the dream that's unending?
Is it you?
Your eyes are the windows.
Eternity is waiting.
Did the morning sun touch you here?
Did your heart fold fear?
Did your breath leave a rose, a rose?
Was it you?