In the dark thinking Woke up from slumber Change was coming Not sure when Or where he'd end up Working to be safe Trying not to end up On the outs forgotten Little time left Making the most of it Most that was given
two years later, do traces of me still hide in the pages of your worn-out song book, the same way i scatter pieces of you in the crossed-out lines of my poetry?
I cut into our tie, So thin and wire fine, But thick and heavy as an iron rope Frozen, And expertly sewn together Reinforced and broken one too many times The scar tissue, Now ruining my life Preventing the truth of your heart, And the freedom of mine I slip in my sweat, Each and every night Going at the tether again With a dull and desperate knife
I have discovered the truth in your world. I have seen the heavenly light shine upon your frame. You have taken me farther away from myself. I have fallen in love with your creative invention.
Let the thoughts go, Make the chains loose, Open up the walls, Sharpen the wings, I want to fly, I too want to spread my wings, I have to fly beyond that white sky, Just give this moment of today, As if there is no tomorrow, Allow me to dream for the day.