Knock me down and I'll get up again.

With a mighty swing of the ultimate hammer of vengeance.

Or something.

It's possible I'll just get up with a wet noodle and slap somebody with it. It's demeaning.

All these reckless nights have left me spinning out of control. Is there not a cure for sorrow? All these fading lights, have let me search for something more. Will there be a new tomorrow?

Yes. I've been called. I've answered. A new path, unplanned, has come into my sight. The first steps are still invisible, but I can clearly hear the voice calling. He will lead, and I will stumble along behind Him, knowing that only in my death can life truly be complete.

The season has changed. The wind, it blows...colder now. The rain...it falls harder now, all around. Through the cold, life now begins, all around.

Now I'm waiting for the breakdown.