Grasping Ash. lyrics by #drpatty2e

(Verse) A word bends mid-air, fissured, forgotten, its vowels rootless, its consonants wrought in the forge of breath where shadows birth against the cheek of an unlit earth. (Refrain) The tributary speaks in fragments misaligned hiding within its second thought, a rhyme. Each curve knows its trespass, each turn knows its crime, and still when asked to straighten won’t unwind. (Verse) Integrity--what corral could hold it? Not the lattice of light, nor the ribcage folded too tightly around a breaking hum. Even silence rhymes where words are none. (Refrain) The tributary weaves through echoes undefined, its murmurs caught in specters lost to time. Each curve bears its burden, each turn hides its climb, and still when asked for reason won’t align. (Verse) In spaces between the marrow’s vein brings whispers the bones refuse to explain. Their echoes linger, not truth nor jest, honest cries suppressed within hollowed chest. (Bridge) And you--What scaffold pulls you forward? What holds you back when duplicity’s rewarded? What name have you carved in the throat of the wind? Did it echo? Half rhyme--against the glass of your skin? (Refrain) The tributary bends through truths it won’t define, its course a secret buried deep in grime. Each curve tells its sorrow, each turn veils its prime, and still when asked for justness won’t confine. (Outro) Here, the ash settles, a breath unspoken, the rhyme never lands, its tether broken. The meaning drifts, not lost and never found, a fragile truth beneath ashen ground.