Omnipresent, change grabs hold of the reins this time around.
I turn to a brand new page in the story of my life.
My heart is not your home anymore. Where on earth
is your home outside this cage? You discover your
self worth elsewhere, Rome. I want to feel something
for you, but the tears will not come. Some people would
say that I am not making a mistake in letting you go. Underattack,
these blue skies are as black as night. Where has the light in your
eyes gone to? Whatever happened to all of the passion and desire
that once consumed us? Set on fire, dying pipe dreams are put
on hold until hope breaks the mold. I kiss your ghost, I am learning
to miss you. Your afterglow, I consider your shadow to be beautifully
heartbreaking every hour. You are free enough to breathe and fly like a bird
into Jesus' arms. Godspeed and goodluck with everything, my friend.