[ASignalInTheNoise]

Oh, Mother Koretheia...
... Please, hear me.
I know you are busy.
I know there is so much more for you.
I try not to ask for very much.
But this time ... I would like an answer, please.

I close my eyes,
Tell me, why must we suffer?
From the day I had potential, I have been raised for this.
From the day I blossomed, I have been chosen for this.
From that day, I was told I had so much promise.
Why, Mother, do they treat me like I am fragile?

First, it was Caelan; him, I ... can understand.
At least I think I can. That is his way. The way he was made.
I don't worry about it too much. It hurts. It chafes at me, when I have reached so far.
... but these prayers are silent, for a reason, now, and when the chance to avenge my song was there...
... I was not chosen. Nymphaea- Nymphaea, I cannot understand. I have tried to.
Was it accident? Was intention?

It took my Song, mother. It took my song from me. I cannot sing.
I try not to be angry. I try not to hurt. I try ... I try and I try and I try...
I dream. I dream about being strong. I dream about being able to protect them.
I dream about a world where nobody doubts my strength. I just want to be strong.
Like they are. But I'm not. Am I? I don't know anymore.

Mother Koretheia, please .... please,
Tell me why.
Why was this my path?
I have no song. My beautiful voice. Gone. Taken by an unfeeling ... thing.
So much of me has been taken.
I still stand strong, I still- I still try to do what is right.
They treat me like I am just a bird in a cage. 

Maybe...
... Maybe they're right. Maybe I should just stick to dreaming.
Of that world where I am everything I am not in this one. 
Maybe when I am weaving that blanket of clouds...
... He'll show me how to do what I can't do.

I am tired of being a bird in a cage, Mother.
I will not let it bind me any longer.
I will reach for my Dreams,

For the Tears of a Thousand Shattered Swords,

For the Cries of a Thousand Broken Dreams,

For the Hopes of a Thousand Broken Souls.