Walked in the footsteps of Grace
The ticking of inches moving further
Lungs empty to fill empty spaces
Let the words bounce of the walls
So they may find Harmony in hallways
The stirs of echoes roam unhindered
Grey stains everything of Hope

Dusts holds the shape of your ghost
The curdling shriek of abandonment bedrooms
Finding solitude in wayward expeditions
There is hesitance for closure
When the way in is the only way out
Exit signs become harder to come by