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If I held my breath
To make it to you
If I lost my step
To find my way through
If I wrapped myself in this star shape
Would this mind melt into the waves?
And I could breathe these molecules of you and me
And sing a song that drowns in this sea
I could reach my hands up to the sun
I could fill my lungs with color and sound
To be completely unraveled... tousled on the ground
I could bury my feet in the roots of that everlasting tree
And my branches would stretch back into that dust
My journey here would finally be enough
And don't feel sorry for the leaves
They know their purpose is to fall
Don't lament the broken seed
It had to crack to grow tall
All we have is ourselves in this cacophony
But when we hold each other through—we find the hidden symphony
So my home is in the cold of night
An eternity of miles through scattered light
Burning in a frozen landscape
The darkest void where the light takes shape
And I won't resist the space between
It's where creation is born
And life begins to breathe
So I'll hold your hand if you want, while I'm here
I'll help make a map of your battle scars
And show you—there's nothing to fear.