Grief is just love,

With nowhere to go

And I've nowhere to go but here,

And here is a wolf with a giant mouth

And here devours my lust for life

For life is but me fighting to repair

What it has broken mercilessly;

For here sinks its teeth into my neck

And has me begging for exile to a place

I do not know if exists, but against all odds,

I cling to hope like a child to a breast

And if I let go, I let life win her savage game