1 And our heart beat in our fingertips, without reason.
2 So we walked on, our box in our arms, our heart empty.
3 But we feel no burden upon our spirit and no fear in our heart.
4 Only the glass box in our arms is like a living heart that gives us strength.
5 And yet it stirs no fear within our heart, but only silent reverence and pity.
6 The sound of their voices brought silence to the hall and to beat of our heart.
7 Yet here was light, light that came from nowhere, light from the heart of metal.
8 The nature of our punishment, if it be discovered, is not for the human heart to ponder.
9 The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory.
10 We look ahead, we beg our heart for guidance in answering this call no voice has spoken, yet we have heard.
11 And it will become as the heart of the earth, lost and hidden at first, but beating, beating louder each day.
12 And I wish I had the power to tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final, and their night was not without hope.
13 And if sometimes, in the secret darkness of our heart, we regret that which befell us on our fifteenth birthday, we know that it was through our own guilt.