In the window of my time
I dwell away as they abide
they, the world
and I, the glow
to be alone, to never grow
to never speak, sing or shine.

While racing on, I still stood
the island, my will is the wood
around me rages the storm I frustrate
for my persistences, again I state
I'll be here till the break,
I wait,
for triumph's awesome feast
They deem me:
to be alone
to never grow
to never speak,
sing,
or shine.
I simply glow and flicker in and out of light.