If I ever lay in a deathbed built upon too much caffeine and lack of sleep
The words from my lips will reflect the images of a past
Seen through a sunglasses in the summer sun
Fearing the heat of the truth will burn me in my last days
But these memories from a mother’s foresight
Will not blur my thoughts of glory against reality
Not after seeing the length of my arms
Penetrate the atmosphere of an earth they imprisoned us with.
Perhaps it hate, pride or indifference
That rather than throw it, I’d risk my life instead
See for myself the horizon they covered by their mountains
Forests hiding lies, fears and weakness
Whatever the end, these are eyes exposed
And these things I’ve found cannot be ignored
Hoping that in defeat, these words I won’t forget
I can only steel myself with lack of regret
