ᙖᙀᑎᑎY ᕼOᑭᵀᴹ - Afterlights

Afterlight traces the shape I keep, pulls me forward when the pull runs deep, steps fall heavy but I break the sweep, rising again from the losing steep. Afterlight shows me the path still true, cuts through noise like it always knew, I keep my pace when the days push through, holding the rise I’m stepping into. Afterlight pulls me beyond the strain, takes what’s heavy and refines the frame, I hold my ground when the walls regain, finding the spark inside the same.