Spoken.

Out of the dead silence you suddenly emerged
And the words you spoke seemed to shake as I broke down.
I hadn't known it this way but we hope, we hope.
And you say it! You still want me.
And I can't quit crying on the black ink floors,
The cold shelter I made for myself.
There's a light streaming in, warm and clear like doves.
And I just forget what it means to be in pain,
If only for a small moment I'll cherish till death.