It’s a constant truth. When one is not capable of putting overwhelming emotions into words, songs would more than suffice; in fact, it satisfies the intimate need to keep oneself from the verge of implosion. Hence, the succeeding lines:

Sa hindi inaaasahang
Pagtatagpo ng mga mundo
May minsan lang na nagdugtong,
Damang dama na ang ugong nito.
Di pa ba sapat ang sakit at lahat
Na hinding hindi ko ipararanas saýo
Ibinubunyag ka ng iyong mata
Sumisigaw ng pag-sinta.

It exposes everything. The confusion, all the risks, the frustrations and the words raging with the intense desire to let themselves be revealed. It must be stopped, controlled, hidden within the depths of remorseful discoveries; because once unearthed, it will surely trample on the comfort of knowing the distinction between what is wanted, and what is needed.

Bakit di papatulan
Ang pagsuyong nagkulang
Tayong umaasang
Hilaga’t kanluran
Ikaw ang hantungan
At bilang kanlungan mo
Ako ang sasagip saýo.

Ako ang sasagip sayo. If only it were as easy as it is said, if only words could transcend into resolutions, if only it could save—if it could even save.