The thunder in my head pulsing,
But my eyes have not begun to rain.
Accepting will lend you freedom,
Evacuate the pain.
Silence is the cue to thinking.
Drowning in the dark.
But every time one holds my hand,
They tend to leave a mark.
Lead me to an infinite ladder,
Bring me to the sky.
I have inhaled a dream to explore the world entire.
And I long to say goodbye.
But my eyes have not begun to rain.
Accepting will lend you freedom,
Evacuate the pain.
Silence is the cue to thinking.
Drowning in the dark.
But every time one holds my hand,
They tend to leave a mark.
Lead me to an infinite ladder,
Bring me to the sky.
I have inhaled a dream to explore the world entire.
And I long to say goodbye.
