heard the horns before the storm saw the fall, after the sundays rain was their a parade? though when the time came the act made me run though i knew that it was time felt like the first time i committed suicide in my mind by moving too fast
though i know i must let go of these walls, i've been afraid to fall for many years, shifting gears thinking it would all just go away its taken many years of pacing too and fro friends leading my example but never really leaving the darkness of these woods felt sheltered by the struggle though never realizing letting go would bring me to freedom