We are only given what can deal with us, so this life slowly broke in blissful dismay.
Down lower Down harder Until the skeleton peaks out from inside.
Picking scars that are buried Shining a light bright enough that nothing can ever hide.
This lost man’s journey to himself Hurt’s so old they have there own castles and armies within. A shadow tail growing long and blind.
Illumination crouches low, lifting a faint glow higher. Guardians noticed to bestow a destiny upon his naked mind.
They slowly lift him up by the hair of his crown Quickly they dust him off, loosing an engraved frown A mask not his own, carried for three lifetimes long.
“Friend, step out.” They said “from this dark bucket home in your head and come sing with us! till you can trust your you again, Feel the hunger, know the truth that’s in big hearts. Shed all fear, come awaken others with your being again my dear, our dear”