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.