Didn't map my days to fill yours
Faked my sleep to dream yours
Crumbled my faith to protect yours
And I did lose my way,
Because I was busy lighting yours.
Countless scars, as in a bark
Ignited thoughts, often dark.
Strings are broken
The ink has gone dry
Still aiming for the horizon
While the colors die.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
Didn't map my days to fill yours
Faked my sleep to dream yours
Crumbled my faith to protect yours
And I did lose my way,
Because I was busy lighting yours.
Countless scars, as in a bark
Ignited thoughts, often dark.
Strings are broken
The ink has gone dry
Still aiming for the horizon
While the colors die.
