Our path has run off-kilter and into the wilderness
Digging a grave so deep into the earth
We might just reach the core in time
To save what is left of our unbalanced war
So we drive dangerously close to the edge
And spiral, periling through the past we wrote in pain.
We had a focus.
Affixed by fingers and hearts and souls
But we strung ourselves along until we broke each other
Prolonging the time we would take to mend;
And reach the center of our fragile road
To find happiness
So I could witness the smile on your face
The way it had once been.
I mourned a year and a year and a year
To the point we’ve reached of healing.