What will I fight for,
if not another day with you?
When the tides roll in
And strength is gone
I make my final stand.
Make it known
to the world
That to this course
I am true.
For what will I fight for,
if not another day with you?

And when you're in those quiet moments by yourself, who are you? When silence is your companion and you're left to think, to be, what is it that you become? What is it that you think? Are you the person that you believe yourself to be? Would you recognize you?