Falling is the rain on cement bricks
Taken from the tame during the birth of the storm
Wings damp and unsuited for flying
The moon shows it's mystery
Moments of happiness for decades of pain
Would you make the trade
Or live in the shade of a hundred days
Past without look into the past you ask
Purposefully and without doubt
Could there be a different route?
Taken from the spanning dates
Thrown into a different way
Sometimes we just need a release
To realize a slice of peace
In the flames of our own turmoil
Wondering if there is a future for us
Existence is on our side
Perhaps even while we are turned against it
The light seeps from behind our shadows
Slowly drawing us to rebirth ourselves
