The state of things
It’s a crisis
The shame it brings
It’s a crisis
Isolation
It’s a crisis
Mass hysteria
It’s a crisis
Senseless dying
It’s a crisis
Divided nations
It’s a crisis
Spreading virus
It’s a crisis
But the rivers are flowing
Clear. The trees are growing
Years of filth walking astray
Birds are singing
Voices ringing
Through sacred skies of blue and grey
The blind now see the sun rays shining
The worst of times have silver linings

swallowed by the night
i forgot to say it was good
i’ve been searching for myself
but who i once was is dead
sometimes she cries out from the ashes of my memories
i gotta let her burn
let the world turn
she’ll always have a friend in me
time passes so fast and each moment i learned to cherish because the end is inevitable
everything in hindsight will soon be forgotten
hidden in a trance
i’ll save the last dance for when love finally understands
my wounds yearn for relief
a gentle caress filled with genuineness
i’ve felt the universes kiss before
on my wrists and on my lips
don’t tell me when it’s over
just tap me on the shoulder and wave goodbye
life has always been a “let’s try another time”
hide behind the hours chimes
in the night i forfeit my will to cry
help me find the reasons why my hands can’t grasp the hour glass as before
i watch the specks hit their doom
it’s always a constant rhythm that puts us in a better room
life hasn’t beat me yet
but time has something up its sleeve
as long as i dream a little dream
they can’t catch me

There is this specific place,
Where a river meets the sea.
There is this particular story,
When I got to meet you.

It's all been smooth sailing,
Until we hit a rocky path.
Now we are on the estuary,
Seeking for growth as we go.

and i'll stumble around my wrongdoings and for them i will not feel shameful
i will learn how to shape myself into a body that knows its limits
and as i stumble i won't regret
i won't regret