Ashes of Myself
(ahhh...) The hours fold into nothing
Breath held against the weight
Mirrors reflect only absence
A life left at the gate
No savior waits in the wings
The silence answers back
This is the fracture
The turning of the bone
No one arrives to carry
The weight I call my own
I choose the fire
I choose the fall
Metanoia rising I become my own call Regret carves rivers in skin
Time spent in quiet decay
The self I buried breathing
Still waiting for the day
This is the fracture
The turning of the bone
No one arrives to carry
The weight I call my own
I choose the fire
I choose the fall
Metanoia rising I become my own call I am the ruin and
the rise
The silence and the scream
No more waiting for permission
To live inside the dream Rise from the ashes of what could
have been
Claim the fragments, let the old world end
The path remains long
But the first step is mine