Trixie Whitley Morelia
This flame.. Is old. Armed by a torch, so young
For I am moved by is where I long to come from
But the architect knows the heart of a lion
That builds from it's deepest
Fires and one's restless desire
Let it be meaningful
Let it be alive
Harbor this comfort
Don't let the... Don't let it go live
He had everything
I had not... and my lungs turned to sand
The times I could find to want
One shallow hand but I'm living with emptiness
Shift the ever last till I was selfishly safe
And I will breathe with you
Until our last breathes
Let it be meaningful
Let it be alive
Harbor this comfort
Dont let the river go dry
Let it be meaningful
Let it be alive
Harbor this comfort
Dont let the river go dry
Let it be meaningful
Let it be alive
Harbor this comfort
Dont let the river go dry
