
Dust settles on the frame of yesterday,
The morning light is cutting through the gray.
I keep the windows open to the sun,
The heavy race of life is finally done.
The coffee’s bitter but the air is sweet,
I’m walking steady on a brand new street.
The maps I drew are burning in the fire,
I’m rising up a little bit higher.
And every breath is thinner than before,
Like I’m not holding onto anything anymore.
The static in my head is tuning out,
Replacing every whisper of a doubt.
I breathe the wide and open sky,
Watching all the ghosts go by.
A brand new spark, a mark,
Finding my way through the dark.
I’m writing chapters with an un-inked pen,
I’ve walked away from where I’ve always been.
No looking back to see if I’m behind,
I’m leaving every shadow of my fear to find.
I breathe the wide and open sky,
Watching all the ghosts go by.
A brand new spark, a mark,
Finding my way through the dark.
It’s not a race,
Just a change of pace.
A realization,
A quiet foundation.
I breathe the wide and open sky,
Watching all the ghosts go by.
A brand new spark, a mark,
Finding my way through the dark.
The weight is gone, I’m here,
Everything is crystal...
Everything is clear.