We left the night,
followed the stars
into the light
to see who we are.
Opposed out of choice,
our ways were divided,
we all lost our voice,
at least I know I did.
There is always pain
in every conflict.
Never the same,
always magnified.
We’d be insane
if we allowed this
to burn us up
like when two stars collide.
It doesn’t have to be us.
If I lit a fire,
would you help me feed it?
No walking away,
no saying good-bye.
If I go lose my mind
would you help me find it?
Would you come with me
on a journey out of time?
We’re still alive,
we’re still amazing;
not in the grave,
not in the sky.
We’ve got a chance,
however fleeting
to love with all we are
while we’re alive.
So I’m not gonna go
supernova.
Binaural conflict
isn’t my life with you.
If we’re gonna be stars,
if we’re gonna see Heaven;
I’ll give myself away
to you.
HG – 2018
