I gathered my strength to look at her hands In one was a flame, the other, a man. Such choices are wrong Her face becomes pale We wait for the crown We wait for the wail... Is that all I am? Will someone pick up my scent through the flurries of snow? When the world comes Desperation fueling its cries Turn on your heels Learn how it feels to say goodbye I labored for days to keep him from harm As I closed my eyes she opened her arms... Is that all I am? Will someone hear my poor heart as it sputters and slows? What have you done? This creation will suck you dry Now that he's near None of us hear your soft goodbyes Is that all I am? Will someone teach him, remind him of me as he grows?