It’s OK to hide away a while,

Not to be found, to have no audience,

But myself. Maybe God is listening,

Maybe not.

Only I am listening,

But if this I I call I,

Is not really anything,

Then what are these words,

Where is this communication going?

Who is there that will hear my song?

If I sing in an an underground cave

With no light, no sound, no ear to hear.

Who will hear me?

I call out into the void,

But I become content with my own song

And my own voice,

And I know it is enough comfort for me.

To be alone is to make friends with those spirits,

Who will never leave my side.