It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

I’m lost in these whispers

My soul’s broke and bruised

I can’t watch the news

Drowning in the bellies of who we once were

Ghost of our youth

I pray our souls find truth

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

It’s okay

It’s alright

I’ll stay here

Stay here close to you

Stay here close to you

Stay here close to you

Stay here close to you

Metaphysics of the Bleeding Song

Transmute a wound into a hug of open arms

Invisible mans, kiss the sky to find some guidance

Ears to the ground, it’s the children of the silenced

Tryna grasp your smile still through the haze and sirens

Maybe the ground ain’t worthy, let’s take a chance at flying

Césaire’s writing in the sky, I yearn in this restless flying

At the precipice of flight, I hear the silence