Meet me where the light pours in
On this troubled day
In this manic hour
In which all things have seemed to decay
All that was once new and bright
Normal and constant
Withers under the weighing pressure of this hour
The pressure of grief and sorrow
Pressing down upon these all too familiar people
Meet me where the light pours in
Upon this muddy grass
The baseball diamond a few feet away
And a swingset to our left
Let’s climb these bright green structures
As we did in times way past
To find a source of comfort
A source of light to keep us climbing
Amidst the chaos of our house
Past and present meets us now
Colliding and burning and smelling of salt
Tasting like ash and feeling like freedom
All things have been said and everyone is forgiven
Let us all go
Across the asphalt lot
By the stagnant pond
And through the lining pines
To the little source of light
We found in troubled times
Innocence lost is wisdom gained
A bittersweet give and take
That always results in growth and pain
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
Meet me where the light pours in
On this troubled day
In this manic hour
In which all things have seemed to decay
All that was once new and bright
Normal and constant
Withers under the weighing pressure of this hour
The pressure of grief and sorrow
Pressing down upon these all too familiar people
Meet me where the light pours in
Upon this muddy grass
The baseball diamond a few feet away
And a swingset to our left
Let’s climb these bright green structures
As we did in times way past
To find a source of comfort
A source of light to keep us climbing
Amidst the chaos of our house
Past and present meets us now
Colliding and burning and smelling of salt
Tasting like ash and feeling like freedom
All things have been said and everyone is forgiven
Let us all go
Across the asphalt lot
By the stagnant pond
And through the lining pines
To the little source of light
We found in troubled times
Innocence lost is wisdom gained
A bittersweet give and take
That always results in growth and pain
it's been a whiiile