I have reached my final resting place.
I’m not sure I can take the grace.
I’ve seen golden boats and shooting stars.
I’ve burned myself with others’ scars.
I want the world’s sorrow on my heart.
Are these flames enough for rebirth to start?
I’ve drank my full of empty grief.
Is there a fault in my belief?
You turn me away from pain unspoken,
and whisper: “you’re already broken.”
“I see your light, through cracks so wide,”
“as their pain’s always inside.”
“There will be enough time to cry,”
“but you’ll see light every time you try.”
“People are light, and so is death.”
“So, look for relief running through our breath.”
“Embrace the sunset, and the breeze.”
“Encounter our heart in the trees.”
“Rest, my child, for there will be pain,”
“but you won’t find it if you strain.”
“You’ll find it looking for the life,”
“for you can’t grow using a knife.”
“So, put out the fire, for now, and sing,”
“and find the fire in everything.”
“And, one day, when you are worn,”
“you’ll burn for other hearts, reborn.”
P.S. BONUS: Listen to this beautiful Ola Gjeilo composition (one of my favourite songs of all time and secret trip anthem, crank it baby), the motifs and themes harmonize really well.
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