the pain will come
with the morning sun.

will the night betray the day?

blistered skin
withered from within
scratch to shed this shell away

will you know my name?
or will i hang my head in shame?

will someone take this tired skin
that i've been dying in?

will someone hold me to the light,
and if I die tonight
then take this broken man
and wrap me tight within
this brand new skin?

watch me fly.
freedom like wings and i will use them.
freedom like wings and i will spread them wide.

watch me fly...
freedom my wings...
freedom my wings...

and rise.

one day my ashes will return to earthly slumber
spread far and wide across the desert and the sea.
until then i will live each day in awe and wonder
look forward to each sunrise.

--"wither/ascend" stavesacre