Her final hour was just a movie scene. Her seventh story flight was just another lucid dream. That talk she had with him came from a script she forgot to read. That broken dialogue came from the man who wouldn't stop to breathe.. and I think that man was trying to say: "she grabbed for my hand, but fell out of view, you know you can't search the sky for what the earth won't undo."

This dedication, no rhyme or reason. Your face is now burned in our memory, while simultaneously etched with divinity. But from where we can stand we can see, oh that privilege has begun to deplete. Although you answer was long overdue, we can't help but be protective of you. Our eyes locked, we watch with precision, to confirm this as a good or bad decision. I made sure to stay alert from the start, but I can't seem to tell the two apart. So from this tunnel of light, we saw the ground's different hue, of which would be the main focus of this new portrait of you. Your family's started making plans for what they'll do without you, now if that's guilt that you're feeling just know that I feel it too. Now I've heard you've got the impression that I don't care what you do; that my advice contradicts, oh no well that just ain't true
Go towards the light.
Run away from the light.
I never promised answers, never promised relief, but if they ask who fell out of view, I'll make them think it was me.
Go towards the light. Run away from the light. Just don't stand still.