NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
"I don't know all the exact specifics, but yes, I know I will be changed." It would be a lie to say he wasn't a little hesitant of the pain he was sure would accompany the process, but Nate had been through pain for far less reward. And oh, as she spoke of brightness and perfection, a feverish glaze came over Nate's eyes, a hunger than could not be mistaken for anything else.
Nate was nodding before the Voice had finished her question, his answer coming quickly on the heels of her words. "I do. I do want to be like you, to be bright." He leaned up, closer to her, almost aching for the tingle of her electricity on his face. "|I'm ready."
Nate was nodding before the Voice had finished her question, his answer coming quickly on the heels of her words. "I do. I do want to be like you, to be bright." He leaned up, closer to her, almost aching for the tingle of her electricity on his face. "|I'm ready."
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
