Maybe – half•alive
Feel the weight, fill the space in the void of my own time.
I’m surrounded in pain passed down through my bloodline.
I have tried to escape from the maze but it’s no use.
These chains never break, never budge, never come loose.
Story’s over,
Story’s over.
Standing still and it feels like I’m lost in a coal mine.
Inside, realize I’m at war in my own mind.
It’s a place fear creates, I’ll be here for a long time.
And you don’t know where I’ve been, you weren’t there on the front lines.
Story’s over.
Maybe, it’s not over.
Changing is found in motion.
Maybe there’s balance when you’re moving.
Could stopping bring you closer?
Maybe, tilts you over.
Leaning into the same old story,
Crossing over,
Crossing over.
Maybe fear can’t define all the walls ’til you enter,
And even blood couldn’t bind who you are at the center.
Could it be that you’re more than the scars on the surface,
As the heat is beneath all the ash of the embers?
Crossing over,
Crossing over.
The way it’s told, there’s no more room to grow.
The way it’s told, there’s no return home.
