Give me a reason to see tomorrow
as a carrier of light,
not the burden of sorrow.
may my bird fly...
may it rid me of what anchors me to the port I have yet to leave.
where boxes of old memories
fill my hull.
I'd pick up the phone to call you
but I don't want to cry.
I miss you terribly but I cannot bare the weight
for years I wished for better, on stars that were falling.
I've befriended the night sky for we are the same...
I am falling, fading and crashing into the light of another day.