With such cold rigidity some are able to carefully build these walls And I try to imitate the craft, But alas, my heart is far too soft.
When darkness falls, gently, across these open plains of Windswept grass It takes nothing but a single breath to Lay my spirit bare, Fingers of the starlit night reaching into the wild Tangles of my hair.
And how easily I let these barriers Fall all the way Down
All the weight I’ve carried upon my shoulders dropped, Just like that, Just like a soft and silken gown Strewn across the cooling evening ground.
And how I also crumble and fold, How these painted walls They do not hold
Because I am not afraid of love And I beg the floodwaters to roll like raging Oceans whipped by cyclonic storms And I bend into the breaking of the stones And my heart is screaming Let them fall!
No, I do not try to cage this eternal seeking of my soul, so
Let them fall
Let them fall
I will always turn towards the sunlit warmth of love, Arms reaching forever out Though it may be better to arm these walls,
I will always let them fall.
I live breathless and free in the breaking.
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