There were days I couldn’t find the right
Words to say. Old paths lost from sight,
Scars are all that remain after the blood dries,
And where I’m found resonates with our cries.
We both got back up from the hard-felt ground
With dirty knees and scrapes. Hear the sound:
This repeating heartbeat carrying the one true light
That we bleed at times. Some more than others,
Yeah I know how it feels. Like something smothers
Your spark before the flames can rise. It’s a fight.
Lets get back up as many times as it takes for our fires to burn brighter than the stars.
Vasha'Lakar 