align (quartet version)

It's a line so true

What can not be named

It's coming for me to be

Hung up and framed

In my lane, out being lost

To find myself

But I did not

I'm afraid to change

Then our waves got crossed

What a tender twist of plot

Pools of fears I had in me

Are feathers in weight

What's been and what awaits me

I give that none of my energy

In my lane, out being lost

To find myself but I did not

I'm afraid to change

Then our ways got crossed

What a tender twist of plot