Cornerburn Crescendo

(ahhhh) Sitting in the quiet

of a dark room corner

No one is looking,

the shadows grow warmer

Cold floor, cold hands,

holding my breath

Just a quiet corner

in a house of depth

I feel a little spark,

it starts to ignite Moving out the shadow,

stepping into light

Here it comes (now)

And I am running from the corner where I used to hide

With a fire in my chest and a storm inside!

(yeah) No more staying quiet in the dark alone I am carving

out a space to call my own!

Back to the quiet

(hmmm) Just the warmth remaining