If we're just specks of dust
Then we'll float with the ones we love
If everything matters so much
I'll stay unsure if it really does
If we're born to decay
Then I'll vary my remaining days
My body my crumble away
Then with the wind I will drift and stay.
I don't speak the tongue
But I have felt the blood bathing me
I don't read the word
But I have heard it seeped in everything
If there's nothing there
Then I will still sing