When you come, it’s all your voice.
When you go, it’s all blank.
Who you are and where you are going, we have no idea.
Your strength comes from your steps,
Your confession comes from your eyes.
Who you are and where you are going, we don’t know at all.
You exist every day after my birth, and my disappearance appears in your stairway to heaven.
When you come, here are all your partners.
And when you leave, here are all your centers.
