to cut these tiesnand be alonenin the moonlightnfeel the tide pass me bynand be not afraid to dienor to stay alivennlike a spider in a webnwhere everythying is feltnand every whispernof the windnshakes the webs I spinnagainst my willnI need to learn to be stillnto be stillnnto cut these tiesnand be alonenwith the moonlightnfeel the tides pass me bynand be not afraid to dienor to stay alive n