I will arise:
In the depths, I will open my eyes;
As my breath almost fails me, survive.
Wait—there’s something unclear,
There’s soemthing I fear now drawing close.
Could it be you? Whose is that voice?
Is it now time to make a chice?
Ah—that irrational pain!
This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy.
Could it be me? Could it be now?
Should I begin to take my vows?
I will return:
As I live, as I breathe, as I burn
I swear I will come through,
With my hands stretching out in the dark,
With my eye pressed up tight to the glass,
Wondering if it’s all been true.