I rest my head on the birds,
we fly into one another as we seek
the roads less travelled
and intend only to be free
free from who we've been,
free from you & me
Riding high amongst the winds
Of a midnight breeze
And in the illusion of time
It shall be seen
That a dream once lost
Is never sold
And the scars which  drip
vermillion
Drops,
Are never in vein
as the heart may
Bleed but never stops