Rising

Ashen feet, walking through door frames

Searching for box cars, leading elsewhere

Rear view mirrors tucked away, just for now

Waiting for heaven and dreams to collide

 

Rooftop confessions, good only at midnight

Burning lungs, with each breath

Voices of the past return as echoes

Only heard when alone

 

Leaving behind, walking forward

Burdens, left by the roadside

Tattooed moments etched inside of me

Never to be erased, everywhere I go

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