I am the light
I found my grace
Please look past
This sadness on my face.
I kept running and running
Trying to find my tribe
Trying to find my home
Living by hope alone,
Never ran out of faith,
And here I am
In this place.
Moving forward,
Ever forward.
No prologue, no story, no end,
On this loop we sll still pretend,
Round and round we go.
Dizzying as it is, never a hand there to hold.
Never to fall again, never to be caught in the cold,
Into the skies, of what would have been our best days,
Those moments of love that would have broken through the stratosphere, We never cease to amaze,
at our ability to never cave.

Pride is a funny thing when there are no more words left to sing.