my lungs are on fire
my head is awake
my heart has been wading
and silently breaks
my breaths getting shorter
my thoughts growing weak
my feelings surrender
to what I can’t see
I blink at the people
and then I look up
I want to be with You
to learn how to Love
I hope to be water
returned to the sky
like a droplet of rain
falling back in Your eye

There’s tragedy written inside of us all
A story that reads like a beckoning call
Wherever you’re going, wherever you’ve been
Remember the voice that once taught you to sing
The praise of a mother, a father or friend
Whoever in Life has been giving you strength
The kind that is Whole and the kind that is True
In Love with the way you are meant to be you
Forgiving your follies, erasing your shame
Inviting you in by the sound of your name

my head can be crazy, my head can be sane
my head can be home to the worst kind of pain
the kind that revisits - unwelcome, unkind
belittle the days that were good to your mind
it leaks into dreams so to make of you less
attacks you at night when you’re trying to rest
but this is what’s crazy and this is what’s sane
your mind is an altar, a product of pain
the kind that will knock ‘fore it opens the door
acknowledge the body that lies on the floor
the kind that shows empathy for you and me
erases the days we could never be free

the earth is bleeding  b l u e r  than it ever has before
its riches being scattered on an ever-shrinking shore
The Sun is falling deeper by the day into despair
and counts upon a single hand the lives that can be spared
the numbers may be fading but the conversation flows
the Rays of Light are pouring over every single soul  
"I'll rise for few or many, I will rise for even one!"
"But I will disappear the day I know that there are none."
"I've asked Our Father Time to be as patient as He could,"
"and thanked Him for the seconds more He added where He would."
"our words exchanged are less and less but all the more profound,"
"I'll burn up all my energy to save your life right now."

I am going to leave this story untold
and carry it with me wherever I go
If anyone sees all the words in my eyes
I'll swallow them up in an ocean of smiles
I'd rather hold on to the taste of the past
than throw too much salt at the people who ask
*Remember September, remember July
the former a baby, the latter is I