There’s… something I need to do.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be back.
But I have something I need to chase.
Something very precio-
It’s alright.
We’ll be miles away, and still I’ll think of you.
Promise me, that next time I hear of you
It’ll be of what you’ve become.
And not what you were.
I’ve been laying here a little too long.
Watch the clouds pass me by.
Enjoying nature’s song.
The dirt pushes me forward
As the grass moves me along.
The breeze brings me toward
A place where I belong.
A dream I kept, inside a vessel now scorned.
With hands that knew only paper and pen
And could only speak with words.
And still, they speak my name
With whispers, it travels around
Gaining untold fame.
A thousand hands that pushed me along.
A single push, enchanted by a siren’s song.
A dream I shared, within the dawn.
In a place, where only I belong.
