© Copyright 2024 - Peter PHIR! We’re tired of the ceiling Tired of the floor Tired of bleeding silence Through a locked door Tired of the questions Tired of the ache Tired of smiling like We’re not about to break Our eyes burn red Our hands go cold There’s a dawn outside But it won’t unfold So we take one breath One step through the dark No map, no promise Just a living spark We take one breath We face the dawn We take one breath We carry on We take one breath We face the dawn Even half-alive We carry on We’re tired of being told It doesn’t hurt that long Tired of the fingers Pointing where they’re wrong Tired of “let it go” Like grief obeys command Sure, let me schedule healing Like a meeting I had planned Cut-wire, tongue-tied, cracked-light, backfire, bad nights Fist-tight, head-rush, dead hush, stand up Stand up The dawn’s not morning now It’s a thought we keep A thin white line Beneath the grief Then a hand finds ours In the pitch-black hall And a voice says low Hold on, hold on We take one breath We face the dawn We take one breath We carry on We take one breath We face the dawn Not unhurt, not whole But still not gone We were all future once Before the loss came in Before the names we loved Turned into echoes in the wind We lost what we held closest Couldn’t make peace, couldn’t release Just dragged that weight through every room And called it memory, called it grief But now the dawn is changing It burns instead of waits A fire passed from shaking hands Across the midnight gates Not sunrise all at once Not some clean, saving light Just enough flame to prove We can outlast this night We take one breath We face the dawn We take one breath We carry on We take one breath We face the dawn Tomorrow won’t be easy But it is ours to shape And all our broken voices Can turn and rise as one We take one breath We face the dawn We take one breath We become the dawn © Copyright 2024 - Peter PHIR!
