This is another one of those "collection of moments" songs. I will try my best to do this one justice, but its a sensitive subject in a way. Don't take it too seriously.
Metamorphic by PHerbert
Running through the dark; sprinting, tripping. Breathing: hard and fast, loud-too loud. Heartbeat, silent and yet louder than anything. (.01) Filling the space between ragged, frantic breaths-there is the pounding of the heart. Running, but towards what? The light, of course. (.18) And then you're over it. That magical line that separates the living and the dead. You've crossed it and you can't go back. (.23) At first it's cold and bright. So bright, you can't see anything. Lying on your back, you lean up on one arm and shield your still-human eyes with the other. It is so blindingly white. You see people, but not the people you thought you knew. (.35) More people now, but not many seem to notice you lying there on the ground, bewildered and empty. You stand and take a step. In any direction, you just hope it is the right one. (.57) Suddenly, you hear your name. Again and again it sounds. The voice is happy, almost relieved....and familiar. (1.14) You look up into the face you love, the face you haven't seen in such a long while. You are surrounded by family now and you know that it is all ok. Better than ok. (1.30) That thing that men call death? It is merely genesis. And, looking down fondly into that world you once held as the only thing you had, (1.34) you know you have begun.
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