Give me your hand, I can save you from the fall.
Go, I'm in your shadow.
Run until your feet are aching to the bone.
I see you looking back at me.
As this might be the end of me.
Misfortune in my history, and many more awaiting me.
Tired of such controversies.
Sometimes I long for sweet release.
I've found a place that welcomes me.
A greener grass and bluer sea.
Free from all the sodden grief.
No clenching fists, no gritted teeth.
I feel the freedom as I breathe.
A nature and its calm relief.
It all comes to life.
Right before your eyes.
And I wander through ideals, reflecting all I know and how it falls into focus.
It seems my progression lays behind this wall.
So I plant a seed, and lead erosion to the wall.
And lead erosion to it all.
And I'll be here, looking for purpose in the sun.
And I'll be ever here.
The horizon bears such a beauty.
We'll never know how much we can't see.
Your atheist terse solemnity.
It bruises me.
And it all comes to life.
Why do I still feel?