They say you’re death, but I’m looking for life, light in this darkness. I’m sitting in this empty space, in this desolate waste, sitting in the ashes of my world, searching. I’m sitting, gazing in the sky for one star, for the hope of a star, a half imagined glimmer in the night. They say you’re death, maybe it’s so, but if there’s death, then life must have been. I will find the light.