I Am the Dying Light

When my dreams break into realities where lives are lived
Chained together, when memories of childhood homes
Are shattered with the blurring of extended days
I'll take it all back, every single word
I'll name each year after every hole in my chest
So these backyards can become the playground of our searching hearts
We're searching, we're looking for each other
To ask for more warmth through the palms of our hands
Shoulders to cry on without demands
These walls have become our lives
How we thrive on the images of hope projected on the back of our eyes

Down the corridors, breathing stale malignant words
Smearing the blood-red broken
relationships on the pillars of this house
The next time we'll crawl through reminders of these cries
We'll weep for a reason and wear our sorrow as a crown
Because our tears now count our friends, not the other way around
We remain the broken but true, the chosen few
Our time to shine is long overdue