some hearts know only love
their eyes smiling
some hearts know only fear
their lies coursing
some hearts know only rage
and are nothing more
some are nothing more

when the shadows grow too long
reaching out for us
and the seasons change no more
the ice comes for us
in all the worlds that loved hate
there was nothing left for us

to the house of the mentor
one could hide themselves
make themselves
find themselves

cut marble like a sculptor
then throw away the rest
the weakness
the wretched

with all the love
with all the fear
with all the rage
it's not enough

their hearts that know one thing
never really know anything
never became anything
never became
never