Old song, new seat,
up another gauge.

Open palm, right cheek,
the same rage.

Undereyes are ultravi-
briny lies or
welts of shame
gnawing from the inside.

Catch her in the alley
sparking up at night.
Mulling over what she said,
can never keep it light.

Five years, no change,
some new phase.

A new place, the same pain,
the same waste.

What do I want? The meaning, I guess.
But only such as can fill me whole,
All my gaps and all my holes.
Yes, I want such meaning, I guess.

What else, you ask me? Freedom, I guess.
Where I won’t be in the grips,
Where the pain won’t throb in my temples.
Yes, I want such freedom, I guess.

What do I dream of? Silence, I guess.
No sounds, no creaks, no rustles at all,
A calm pulse and the air in whole.
Yes, I dream of such silence, I guess.

Out in the darkest corners
And in the rush of people,
Among the tyrants and sinners,
Confusion and fear,
There I am.
With sleeves coming down to the floor,
Pants that fit my father,
A hat that would cover my whole head.
There I was.
Remembering my kin
And my home,
And the promises made by them
About the joys that would come to me once I left
They had no value.
It was like a lie.
What was I to do in a place of no order,
Where everything I had to do was new?
Where peace and calm never dawned upon me,
And my shoulders would be heavy with the weight of my life,
And my heart would be struck by an anxious blade.
There, I was.
So I held onto to the sweet voice in my head,
And step by step I made it to my bed
Small and hopeless,
While I was supposed to be strong.
There my mother came,
And held me for a while
While her hair brushed against my arm,
And her diamond eyes let tears fall,
Drops of pain that showed me love
And I cried too.
Everything began to disappear,
and silence overtook the chaos,
I felt the strongest in the arms of my mother
And I felt no shame.
There I was,
There, I am.
And there I will be

Rarely would I believe in stars connecting souls
Or that we could come together sure enough if we would align goals
That a red thread brings strangers together
And that your course of life cannot chance no matter what, or whether
You think you're alone


That you stare at the same night sky, somewhere out there
That love sees us through, even if we don't know where
Or who the other is
That this is what love is
It's precipice


That you count on a map from province to province
Will the hobby bring either prominence?
That even underneath the same night sky
We could think, wonder cry
If souls find love even when their bodies die

That skies open, that rain falls down on the same earth
That since birth, it was predestined souls will meet


That the theory states, that somewhere out there, if it was love, then said souls will come to meet for the first time, or even once more
Regardless of goals, of cares or hate


Cause somewhere out there, a beautiful soul owns your name, your likeness, and it wouldn't be the same
If I never knew, you were somewhere out there