(S. Ingersoll, 1998)

A chain of darkness grows
Round and round with no end
I can feel your anger
I can feel the restlessness in me

The voices pass and rise
Never meeting at one point
The silence spreads so thin
Why can't the love break through it

The hearts and fists strain so hard
But the links are hardened steel
Pure passion is the only thing
That will break those cold, hard bonds