The Sight
I focus on my breathing holding back my tears I block out the warm breath that I'm breathing for years I close my eyes and there you stand still My heart pounds and my body falls off the hill The hill that I climbed to reach out for you The air carries my weight as I touch a clue Your blaze on my skin is like the break of a new dawn A chance is all I need to hold on to, to carry on Break free and search for the morning grief as you swim Away from this world to a path that's shattered by your sin... Sign in to see full entry.