a weaker life will end up paid for things down here for things that stayed now some of us must move like shadows and i must face a flashing light a strobe a pulse a blinding light so you can go i will protect you run back toward home cover the windows the screaming wind the swinging hinge prepare your eyes and hold fast the night when the glow born hearts to sing were finally a beacon then our answered hearts will sing were finally a beacon you run like rivers veins like gold like gold like angels spinning ghosts like ghosts to walk the earth among us for arcs and boones in darker yards for all the heavy eyes of far believe it will return for you