Are you the tree in the graveyard,
or the fallen star I search for in the sky?
You said the sky was the limit
can you see me now, soaring beyond your reach?
I search for you in the faces of ghosts
I once feared to face.
Do you follow me,
as I follow the trace of your steps?
Do you see me in the sun,
its light burned into my eyes
eyes that are yours,
but carry a void you left?
Is it you in the fog,
holding me close when I can't breathe?
Am I drowning in it,
or is it your arms that won’t let go?
Do you hear my cry,
echoing in the thunder’s roar
a sound that's very similar to yours
now swallowed by the storm?
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
Are you the tree in the graveyard,
or the fallen star I search for in the sky?
You said the sky was the limit
can you see me now, soaring beyond your reach?
I search for you in the faces of ghosts
I once feared to face.
Do you follow me,
as I follow the trace of your steps?
Do you see me in the sun,
its light burned into my eyes
eyes that are yours,
but carry a void you left?
Is it you in the fog,
holding me close when I can't breathe?
Am I drowning in it,
or is it your arms that won’t let go?
Do you hear my cry,
echoing in the thunder’s roar
a sound that's very similar to yours
now swallowed by the storm?
