And I really have to get out of here.

But I guess I wouldn't mind getting out half-alive.

That's how I first arrived.

Kicking and screaming along to my own silent tune.

But now the crowds will be singing it too.

"Where the hell would we be without what makes us cold?"

Climbing this mountain might not be worth it.

Are you even waiting at the summit?

Claiming this right to share what life is,

Isn't that what we think is worth fighting for?

I'm but the messenger.