Courier

I have a message to send, to a world that doesn't want to hear it
Stop walking backwards into the dark
"Who's on my side?"
I find myself asking this question far too often when I
I see a depiction of myself, but is this who I'm supposed to be?
I'm not answering questions anymore

If I had a voice, I'd use it to fill the void
If I had a cure, I swear to god I'd never tell the world
The hands of time, the grains of life
The hands of time, the grains of life

It hurts to know they work side by side
And when my life comes to an end, it's up to you to never forget
In a life I never asked for, I can see the ancestry in me
I still have this message to send, the family tree is dead to me
I felt love for the first time when I stopped expecting it from the ones I held so high
I felt hope in my bones for the first time when I walked in my own direction
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