Walking in your shoes my bleeding heart swells in the ignorance of your mist.
A chord that twists and bounds us to universal struggle I carry on my back to ease your burden.
Lifetimes of searching
Sorting
Scouring the wastes land painting a dark picture to unveil the brightness glaring upon our sidelines.
Grace holds the parts fractured by the haze your brave bounty reach tapping the wilderness for more.


ot quite clear in the ripple