The truths an injury, never healed
Every time you walked away the scab was torn
Leaving an open wound that i couldn't fend to

Despite my most desperate efforts

If there were something that i could've

Done to fix myself and regulate... regulate
To stabilize and smile, to shrug it off
And rid myself of this tightness in my chest

I would have done!

This vessel -- this soul

Appeared from a distance as strong
But there was little
Next to nothing

Holding it up

I dread to dream what without these words i'd be

Feel of the sun upon your wings

I dread to dream what without these words i'd be

Feel of the sun upon your wings