it is the vapor of a mist
burned away by the stark
reality of the morning sun
sharp angled shadows
testifying to the things
which cannot be held
hope
unfulfilled dreams carried aloft
by the simple fact that
we breathe
we beat
we live
it is the vapor of a mist
burned away by the stark
reality of the morning sun
sharp angled shadows
testifying to the things
which cannot be held
hope
unfulfilled dreams carried aloft
by the simple fact that
we breathe
we beat
we live