I’ve found a reason to believe, in things unseen, in what we weave. Between you and me, a thread of grace, a whisper hung in empty space. At the edges of what shaped my skin, lies the letter to God I never sent in. No soul was mended, no prayer addressed, but still, my friend, you’re the peace in my chest. In pursuit of tomorrow, we borrow from sorrow, and breathe again, though broken within. No halo, no crown, just the will not to drown, in pursuit of tomorrow, we begin again. With what time I hold today, I pray the fears of yesterday decay. There I stand between the lines, where rhythm bends and reason shines. You trace the wrinkles in my mind, a debt unpaid, but love’s not confined. In pursuit of tomorrow, your hand in mine light meets light, through the afterglow divine. In pursuit of tomorrow, we borrow from sorrow, and breathe again, though broken within. No halo, no crown, just the will not to drown, in pursuit of tomorrow, we begin again. What would the voice of yesterday say, to the man who stumbled his own way? A fool with a pen, a prayer for a plan, a shadow trying to become a man. A rhythm offbeat, a dream incomplete, still I gather my fragments, not in defeat. Call it fate, or the price of being free oh, to be what you see, when the cost was me. Addicted and afflicted, numb but still conflicted, convicted and evicted, yet somehow, still depicted. To the future, uncertain, wide as the sea, I see a chance to be freed from apathy. You, my muse, my mirror, my light, from broken blues to sleepless nights. I write my failures into stars, constellations of who we are. Through every scar, the truth remains, we lose to learn what love sustains. In pursuit of tomorrow, we borrow from sorrow, and breathe again, though broken within. No halo, no crown, just the will not to drown, in pursuit of tomorrow, we begin again. I look to the unknown, unafraid, you beside me, debts repaid. It’s clear now, my dear. we’ve made a home, right here.
