As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark
As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart
To find these senses overrun
I must have stumbled on the way
In my aversion for the sun,
I've come to shiver in the spray
Not break apart
To find myself within this light?
Of every morning's present chill
Somehow I must have lost my sight
And come a subject of free will
Not break apart
Where do you find peace?
Where do you hold your fears?
Where do you hide the beast
As your end draws near?
Where do you find love?
In books and priests?
In gods above? Or in your
Fear that it will cease?
To take your spit upon my face
I'll have to close my eyes and wait
Til' you have disappeared and there
Is no trace I trust in "time will tell" all fate
Not break apart