Оригинален текст
If I believed, if I believed what I'd been told, every day:
to say no grace, every night, I couldn't stay here alone.
If I leave this place, everything fades.
What will my ghost embrace? Will my soul still fill a space?
I walk the halls, endless stairs, here's where the floor starts to fade.
With weakened knees, I sway two ways and fall to the floor where I prayed.
It's not the same. I don't fall one way.
One day my light laid wait. One night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last few days, an epilogue ends and hangs.