Though my hand my waiver
And my pen fall silent as smoke
For an age as long as the disenfranchised believer

So all fevers break
And to wellness, sky, and oceans turned gray
My mind will take

Just as my heartbeat knows no break
And my memories moreso ache
As the thousand stars burn

It's your turn
My friend

Greet me by morning
Turn my back and walk away
By the end of each night returning
And with the dawn departure, again
You remain here even when I try and turn
You repeat your glances longingly and sway

You are my oak
And I am thankful