Still Find a Way to Fly

I wake to colors that never stay. Fading light just

drifts away. Every whisper feels like rain falling soft, but it still

explains. There's beauty hiding in the pain. And when the silence gets too

loud. I breathe it in, I don't back down.

Every scar's a map. Every tear's a sign. I'm still here.

Still draw the line. Some, some days I feel the weight

of the sky falling down but I don't ask why. There's a rhythm

in the tears I cry, and I still find a way