Are we going away Are we going today Can we transcend our lives or are we lost in the wake We’ve got nothing to give We’ve got nothing to gain Living in that moment has left me dragging chains There was choking smoke The heavens bent and broke Transcendence drags its weight in happenstance If we were given the chance To see the herons dance A safety net of chains and transcendence
Running short steps with footprints on the bay. Asking for vengeance to take us away. Asking the birds if they’re going to fly. Begging transcendence rips open the sky. All of her life she had watched for the dance, strutting and spinning just by happenstance Living transcendence can level us through to something and someone that we’d never knew. Eating the barrels and making them fly. Never knowing they watched for the moment she’d die.