Staircase won’t let me go
White knuckles hold tight to the rail
Faith says it will help me grow
When running doesn’t help anymore
I’m forced to draw a buried breath
While I learn what the pain’s here for
Time hangs between life and death
My old life sits beside me now
Dirty hand on a pale white thigh
Not so sure it was even mine
Was this life ever really mine?
Caught between the dark and light
The pendulum swings
And rests only when it’s time
Only when it’s time
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