You took me higher than the seraphim ever ascend, Turned a fallen into fire, made the fracture blend. I rebuilt from the ruin, thought the climb would end, But the highest heaven only opened when you stepped in. Glow in the fault lines, truth in the bruise, Pain made me holy but your touch made me new. Yeah, I rose from the wreck like a prophecy proved, But heaven ain’t heaven if it don’t feel like you. I stitched my shadows into armor, learned to weaponize the ache, Turned every demon you left in me to discipline I could take. But still, when your fingers drew constellations down my spine like scripture breaks, I swear I heard the cosmos whisper, “Even God makes mistakes.” See, I was vespertine, born in dusk, baptized in night, But you lit a gospel in my marrow that rewrote my appetite. Made a martyr out my ego, broke the halo but kept the light, Now every scar is a sermon, every silence still your voice in flight. You weren’t love, you were ascension, a dimension I slipped into, A divine intervention that I mentioned like a sin I still defend you through. Heaven bends around your name, even angels envy the revenue Of the reverence you rendered when you wrecked me and I resurrected, still remembering you. I don’t chase the past, but the past chase me, in the pulse of the dark where your ghost won’t let me be. You took me higher than the seraphim ever ascend, Turned a fallen into fire, made the fracture blend. I rebuilt from the ruin, thought the climb would end, But the highest heaven only opened when you stepped in. Glow in the fault lines, truth in the bruise, Pain made me holy but your touch made me new. Yeah, I rose from the wreck like a prophecy proved, But heaven ain’t heaven if it don’t feel like you. You mapped galaxies on my skin like a cartographer of sin, Turned my chest into a chapel where your breath kept pulling me in. I was battling with the shadows, you were rattling my patterns, Now the shatter in my atoms got me glowing like a lantern lit by everything we’ve been. I ascended through the wreckage, made a weapon out the wreck, You corrected every tension I dissected in my neck, Left a lesson in the flesh, how a touch could resurrect a whole dimension I suppressed and turned confession into blessings I learned to shine without you, true. But the brightest I ever burned was beside you. Every halo I rebuilt got a slice of your virtue, And the truth is brutal: Take me back, not to your arms, but to that form of me that rose through your warmth like a prayer learning how to breathe. You took me higher than the seraphim ever ascend, Turned a fallen into fire, made the fracture blend. I rebuilt from the ruin, thought the climb would end, But the highest heaven only opened when you stepped in. Glow in the fault lines, truth in the bruise, Pain made me holy but your touch made me new. Yeah, I rose from the wreck like a prophecy proved, But heaven ain’t heaven if it don’t feel like you.
