Golden Shards

Bless the golden lines that hold us together
And feel our hearts bleed throughout the sutures
Holding tight to the stitches in our own spirit

We are the shards of our future selves
So keep collecting the pieces you'll step upon
And reframe the questions that guide your course
Always seeking to repair what cannot be mend
We'll pay our dues with the blood on our hands

This is our common yoke
Never not risking it all
Putting ourselves at the forefront
Like figureheads exposed to erosion
Putting ourselves at the forefront

In and out of the tidal waves
Our skins are worn out
Our faces weathered
Until we're eventually washed ashore
Spiraling, spiraling down
One with the flux of our memories
Rejoicing in our multiplicity
We shall be lost and found again

So keep collecting the pieces you'll step upon
And reframe the questions that guide your course
Always seeking to repair what cannot be mend
We'll pay our dues with the blood on our hands

With our memories
We shall be lost and found again

Follow the patterns of this broken world
Forever stray, forever fall