Afraid of being alone, the thunder hits harder.
I imagine that my heart can’t get anymore softer.
I imagine that I can’t dream any farther.
But Holy Father, proves me to be wronger.
Time away, just crisps my soul to a fire.
In this fallen, world like SYRE —
I just want to rise higher.
Above the land,
Into the heavens.
We could only rise, I promised.
And I just want to guide us.
And I just want to work for you, this isn’t a lobby.
And I just want to love you, like it’s my favorite hobby.
My book is done,
Through moments I’ve never forgotten.
