Give me a wreath of thornless blossoms
Tell me that my nights are safe
Let me breathe and find a place
For a thousand times is worth one’s soul
And I have no other place to be led

It’s a restless urging that will not depart
Beneath any number of earth-lit stars
For so long has it kept me company
I have grown accustomed to its empty clutch

But let it die.
Surely it is tired now.
How much more can it take?

Give me a name.
Tell me I’m wrong.
Shatter my past.

Do all of these things and say nothing
Make it as if it was meant to be
Encircle me once more in innocence
Let the adventure start again

Please,
Come to me,
And tell me your name…