Crawling, into the liminal stage
Our heads in our minds remain dead
Pretty, in a dress of our limbo
Where shadows that kill beg to differ
Stirring, a worm has a hole in the backdoor
Where secrets are kept from us
Dizzy, tears cry before going to battle
The fire that turned into ice
Shining, she with wings started crying
She failed and she fell all while trying
Flutter, out of the crudity and cold
To try to escape what she had been told
Thriving, the winter winds gaze down at us
How long could I sing till I fly
Dying, where you listen without having ears
Where you're forced to confront your worst fears