Voids.

I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things.

Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice.

I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now I’m too lost to be found.

There’s no light in darkness yet there are shadows in the light.

I raised my hand in rebellion, bent my head in shame; Won the hearts of many, broke them all the same. I looked for hope in tears and distraught behind smiles;

It’s strange to know that you live

Only when you’re willing to die.