Zephyrus

What do you find within the lines of distant suns And their systems, where I come up empty? What if those painted songs of heroes or the moon? Herculean, pulling a half of me? Are we not threaded by the same weave of the wind? Terra firma and unparted sea? Whether by accident or fortune, you and I We are matter and it matters I want to spin something out of nothing Lead to gold, spring from winter Story from moted sky I wanna help mother up an orchard From a seed up through sapling Daughter phoenix, rise The way they encourage one another To push high and touch the sunlight Against their tender leaves They'll be full-grown before you know it And as I breathe, so does she We are breathing So let me meltdown like mountain glaciers Break the bonds I've been holding onto Let 'em soften me 'til every part that I am made of Waters deep to the roots of something greener