if the arm i use is hindered
if the words i speak are too
then everything i utter is useless
as well as the things i do
if i hesate to question your lips upon mine
or the way you warm my hands
i blind myself from the life to be living
and burry my heart in the sand
if i do not attempting puirty
and i give way to this falling
then i set my fate in stone
and entrap myself to this deep calling