with bleeding hands I fight for a life that’s beat me down / stand up and scream while the rest of the world won’t make a sound

(The forest was shining with light and color as I approached it. I imagined the wind whispering my name, lifting me off the ground. Though I never told you so, I was, in fact, in love with you since the day we met. And as I lay there dying, those were my last words.)