The air we breathe is cold but comes out warm as we let go―changes shape and form, a part of us but never owned. And so I’ve been transformed just like the air that leaves my lungs. I’ve landed in your arms but never long enough to hold.
But I plan to take this journey to its very final step. And I plan to let it take me, promise to hold nothing back. And I won’t forget the love and friends I’ve called my own. I won’t forget the footsteps that I took back home.
So by now, you know what you are: A light to pierce ocean, an echo from a star. As for me--you’re never really far from my heart.
It starts with just one thought that like a ripple turned (into) a wave becomes powerful enough to wash entire empires away. It pulsates through our blood and it’s in the impulse of our brains. A Taoist paradox that we give is what we take.
But I plan to take this journey to its very final step. And I plan to let it take me, promise to hold nothing back. And I won’t forget the love and friends I’ve called my own. I won’t forget the footsteps that I took back home.