Burning Strings

Broken

lines on an open page

Chasing echoes through the haze

The fire climbs through every crack

No turning back, no turning back

( no turning back )

Wings

unfold across the divide

We

break the chain, we come alive

Faint signals from a distant shore

Moments stolen, wanting more

We find a way,

we break the mold

Out of the dark,

into the gold

Wings unfold

across the divide

We break the chain,

we come alive

Lifting higher...