We find ourselves
In long forgotten songs,
That grace our dreams
And sing to us of stolen prophecies.
Of wrongs that taint our sight
And leave us unfulfilled,
Left to Thread on ground
That screams for our recognition.
These unresolved feelings,
that leave us trapped
within our fragile minds,
We fight to prevent this urge for flight,
our willingness to rise up and fight,
burned away as the day turns to night.
Lost,
We search the skies,
Holding fast to this ideal ,
That everything we look upon is real.
Our words,
turned into fuel,
that propels our vision
and creates this, our greatest jewel.
Brought to light,
By the darkest and brilliance
of our renewal.
