The seeds of my fear became a field of future food,
what I was afraid of is now the only thing that will keep me moving.
The voices and tunes in the ground climb their way up to be blown away with the wind, it sings; don't make a sound.
Don't make a sound.
I never thought I would come back to this place.
I wish I was older, so I could just leave.
Does he know I am not staying anymore?
I hope I can make her understand why we have to go.
I want to stay here.
Please take me with you.