© Copyright 2024 - Peter PHIR! I’m tired of the ceiling Tired of this room Tired of pretending I’ll be better soon I’m tired of my heartbeat Dragging through the night Tired of the mirror Saying nothing fits right I’m tired of the crying The ache behind my eyes There’s a pale dawn waiting Somewhere past the blinds So I take one breath Then another slow step Toward a light I can’t see yet One breath, one step I face the dawn One breath, one step I carry on One breath, one step I face the dawn One breath, one step I carry on I’m tired of explaining What they won’t understand Tired of the blame Dropped into my hands Tired of “move on now” Like grief’s a switch to click Yeah, apparently my heart missed the memo trick I bite back, break fast, black-glass thoughts in a locked chest Then I stop Then I stand The dawn’s not in the window It’s under my skin A thin line saying Try again Then I find one hand In the dark by mine And a voice says softly Hold on, hold on One breath, one step I face the dawn One breath, one step I carry on One breath, one step I face the dawn One breath, one step I’m not gone I was all future once Before the leaving came Before I learned how silence Can still pronounce a name I lost what I loved most And I could not let go But now this dawn is changing From far-off light to glow A small ember in my hands A warm thread through the dark Not morning all at once Just enough to mark One breath, one step I face the dawn One breath, one step I carry on One breath, one step I face the dawn Tomorrow might be hard But it is mine to shape And somewhere all our broken Hearts can turn toward one sun One breath, one step I face the dawn One breath, one step I carry on © Copyright 2024 - Peter PHIR!
