to return again to the ground
where form would claim me once again
and then I rose to ascend
taking with me the knowledge of sin
the knowledge that fear
is the only sin within which
we are called to grow in light
to sew the life into faces and names
into dreams and games
into darkness and pain and laughter
again
knowing its all part of the plan
part of the wheel that turns
itself over again
I am turned over made braver
opened like a sieve but no
longer enslaved
to the masks that haunt
my childhood grave
I rise awake aware alive
molding the map from the inside
and the song it ends
the melody descends into my skin
into my veins into my past
of shadows and pain
and it remakes me it shakes me
up and forces me to see
that I am a dream
waiting to bleed.