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Who is it that takes the word from my breath?
Why is it that I can't find a nest to lay myself?
Or that when I do it doesn't fit right;

How is it that all around me sings?
Who is it that sings the songs that keep me alive?
Why is it that their song sometimes numbs,
When at others it uplifts, takes me high.

How is it that I can never find a sentence to fill a page?
When this is what needs to be done

Who is it that helps me trace the thought?
Takes me back when all I see is dark

Why is it that I fight so hard to be alone?
When in solitary I cry for your touch.

When is it that I'll realise that I don't want answers?
As its the questions that keep me being alive.

That how is the answer to my question,
That who is the answer to my prayer,
That why is the question I want to ask,
That when is the day I'll die.