Furled

If I feel
Then I suppose that I know
If it rots
Then it will surely grow
All through the nights
That crawl out through my eyes
And in the walls
Absorbing hushed screams

I guess this is how it had to be
I'll wait on higher ground
For the rest of me
I beg my heart to admit it's free
But the flag up on this hill just can't trust the breeze

I'll carry on
Through the thicket of stale tongues
You said so
I felt the void behind the words
Tear me apart
Collect the scraps to sew your seems
I can't tell
Memories from dreams

I guess this is how it had to be
I'll wait on higher ground
For the rest of me
I beg my heart to admit it's free
But the flag up on this hill just can't trust the breeze

If it's the truth
Tell me gently



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Stone
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