Walls are painted as a brightness surrounding the tired and desperate eyes of that figure standing on the edge.
Can it pull its weight when it takes that step and spreads its lovely arms to free-fall without fear?
Shots in my direction dance with my life, danger in consequence makes me alive.
Won’t you take back the blood on the dirt, and place the breathing back in its source.
The ambience of this moment makes our tears run so cold.
Why must you be the one to take the pain
my best friend, look at you now.
They gave you a carved name reflecting back to their wet eyes.
So just let go of regret.
Your wings are linked to fly, but they may never take flight when you hold onto your regret.
So just let go.
In this pathetic struggle, this is what I say:
We give our greatest efforts to strengthen our only surviving chances