the pain will come
with the morning sun
will the night betray the day?

blister skin
wither from within
scratch to shed this shell away

will You know my name
or will i hang my head in shame?
will someone take this tired skin
that ive been dying in?
will someone hold me to the light?
and if i die tonight
then take this broken man and
wrap me tight within this brand new skin

watch me fly
freedom like wings
and i will use them
freedom like wings
and i will spread them wide

watch me fly
freedom my wings and i will use them
freedom my wings and i will spread them wide
and rise up

one day my ashes will return to earthly slumber
spread far and wide across the desert and the sea
until then i will live each day in awe and wonder
and look forward to each sunrise

–stavesacre
wither/ascend