My own markers in the night Caught me staring at a crescent moon
Weighing heavy in the clouds The stars shine like eyes burned blue
A moment quiet and calm Tracing lines up and down your palm
Waiting for the lightning to strike A spark before storm
I months days Hanging above our
The our roses thorns
If should turn frame darkest
Heaven With mine
shut all of gray or light as blue
rain would flowers bloom Because all
and All our roses
dark You the palm of hand
The burning bright Everything I have
serenity inside A breaking through
flows
Valley mountain view
sky should would the
and now With your hand in
I’ll all of doubt light blue
Without bloom is
so
It’s a future unseen my on
at the ledge So eager
From the sky
Falling fast stars
From the sky
Falling fast like stars
From the sky