Voices

I've been in the desert for years now,

My name hanging heavy
from my neck, all I want is a future
where I'm not sifting through the sand for hints
of glass, pieces of a self I want to become.

If the best of me is a handful of days
I haven't lived yet, make each day
into a room where I can sleep soundly,
let me pass from room to room
and throw all the windows open.

In this echo chamber, I throw my voice
until it sounds bigger than what I fear
becoming, until it is all I can become,
and still it isn't enough—please, cut my name
from my neck, move the letters around
until I have a new name, make my voice
bigger than it is, make me more than

All of this



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Harris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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