I’ve had no past to look back on, ever since the day I pulled my hand away…
Day after day I’ve told myself I have nothing to lose.
The moon drifts quietly, shining light on any breed of darkness,
Extending its powerful light toward the future; not wanting to lose.
An endless dream… a stirring in my chest… runs through my body.
Even pain will become my strength, as I head down the path I believe in.
The fever that drives me forward… will lead me to the world I’d been imagining.
What holds my hand back… is the weakness I thought I’d sealed away,
As the flame concealed in my heart threatens to go out again and again.
I guess you could say I’m stubborn,
When the more I try to hide my scars,
The more a chilling wind blows over the unhealing gape in my chest…
Voiceless words knowing no limit fill the night sky,
Ephemeral like shining stardust, as they scream on and on.
At the very least, I know what I’ve sacrificed thus far,
And there’s no going back.
I feel like I can almost reach it… just what is it I’m afraid of?
An endless dream… a stirring in my chest… runs through my body.
Even pain will become my strength, as I head down the path I believe in.
The fever that drives me forward… will lead me to the world I’d been imagining.
To always stay strong; that’s what I had decided,
But I feel something grace my cheek…
… can’t I let myself cry for just today?