I’ll surrender
in offering,
awake with suffering,
losing my religion
to leave you forgiven.
A choice,
to give it all,
take your fall,
the toll of my sin,
for the world you’re in.
The pitch black star
you walk within,
the fire you’ve been,
held in mercy—
knowing it’ll hurt me.
I know it will.
When the moment arrives,
by the darkest night,
I’ll give you the light,
burn my wings,
for the future it brings.
If only you stay,
with me,
’til the end.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:28 PM UTC
I’ll surrender
in offering,
awake with suffering,
losing my religion
to leave you forgiven.
A choice,
to give it all,
take your fall,
the toll of my sin,
for the world you’re in.
The pitch black star
you walk within,
the fire you’ve been,
held in mercy—
knowing it’ll hurt me.
I know it will.
When the moment arrives,
by the darkest night,
I’ll give you the light,
burn my wings,
for the future it brings.
If only you stay,
with me,
’til the end.
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