~Light Foot~
when she said she wanted to change
everyone hoped for the better
pulled our hands towards our eyes
blinding ourselves from the glaring obvious
that she was treading towards the darkest of corners
but we won't try to point it
what she knew all along
and there's no guarantees like before
well maybe if she stumbled hard she'd knock herself concious
and come back home to a yellow summer
where she threw all her weights to sink underwater
eptied her pockets of her mischievous tricks
she'd be finally what she sought out to be
flawed but better
but he is coming to an end of age
an awakening to a steadier footing
where he longs to stand on thicker ice
growing tired of falling from under his feet
hoping his love still has its' merits
a poets' dream he secretly keeps in his chest
consumes him at night and in every sleep
of a symphony only the truest lovers can hear
but of a pain that only he bears on his knees
yet he faithfuly harbors the wick
and he continuously fans the flames
held up to burn in all clarity
to tread against an atmosphere of low visibility
in search of their happiness
