On the bridge at midpoint,
My vibrations are awakening receptors;
I thought I was lost, between the concrete.
I thought I missed my exit.
I thought it was too late.
But all I had to do was,
Give in –
I give into happiness and let it take me.
I give into my childhood wings and fly.
I give into peace.
I give into joy .
Now that we have arrived, midnight has two sons.
I can see the shadows guiding me
through the tombs of sorrow’s past.
And I won’t stop to check the time.
Hurry chile, cut asunder each blistering bone.
Hurry now, day breaks.
Through thine, eyes might we see, how to dream,
How to be.