You are not made of the things that fell apart,
nor the quiet weight that held the morning still.
You are the blueprints drawn inside a heart
that learns to climb an unrecorded hill.
nor the quiet weight that held the morning still.
You are the blueprints drawn inside a heart
that learns to climb an unrecorded hill.
The dust will settle where the echoes fade,
and empty spaces leave a room to grow.
A brighter avenue is being made
from all the hidden things you newly know.
and empty spaces leave a room to grow.
A brighter avenue is being made
from all the hidden things you newly know.
So let the old cartography dissolve,
the ancient maps have nothing left to trace.
With every breath, a silent, soft resolve
to build a sunrise in a brand new place.
the ancient maps have nothing left to trace.
With every breath, a silent, soft resolve
to build a sunrise in a brand new place.
Written by Druidheart
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