Listen heart. Listen close-listen. 2 the melancholy. Melody of your own voice. I am weary of my own dreaming. I am tired of waiting. So this time I'm leaping. CHORUS. I reach-beyond myself 2 see. What I find beyond my mind there is no time. In this place beyond my sight. My heart knows what is not yet seen. I'm witnessing my own becoming. Lash myself 2 the. Mantle of my desire-I will. Turn from its temptations. But the wanting takes me higher. I am hurting. Oh I am not yet born. I am the mother and the father. Of what is not yet known. Darkness surrounds me. I scratch I struggle I breathe. CHORUS.