This is the place that seems to be better than where you have been... so you run towards the new day rising in the distance, and you walk away from the day that found you falling.
You always seem to hear god when it counts even when it comes from the millions of voices that call to you
You make me want to listen from him a little bit harder too
You are a rose that blooms for a second chance on the off seasons
A wave that breaks on a shore left for decades deserted
You always seem to wake up from the dreams that drown you
Wide-eyed from the nightmare's that threaten to pull you back in
You climb the mountains from the peaks to the valleys
And write the songs that teaches broken hearts how to sing
And how to live, and be, a little bit more amazing.
You make me feel like you waited for us to exist,
for we are a translation of a neglected perfection that just... is so.