Kingdom

tyrant,

breathe me in.

know my movement.

trace a line across,

just keep your faith when maps can be so deceiving,

when home won't look the same again.

this could get ugly,

but you'd say it in eloquence if you'd commit this pen to paper.

follow the footprints.

are they familiar?

are they?

break me when I'm not so calm,

so sweet,

so terrible.

but you won't stay 'cause the the glass can't tell you're beautiful.

maybe I'm out of character.

we need this to be anything.

tyrant,

know that my kingdom has come.

now I can't believe in right for long.

no matter how I hold my head up,

it just feels wrong.

this could get ugly,

but you're stronger than it.

I've got a garden that won't wilt,

'cause I'll catch your tears until you will.

Breathe in,

know this truth will be yours when you are the heartbeat and I am the movement.

Breathe out,

know this truth will be yours when you are the heartbeat and I am the movement.

what are you waiting for?

I see you smile.

you know the truth about this.

this pen aches for the page.

tell a story of giants in the sky holding back clouds to let the sun shine.

and an angel knows your name.

she knows your name.

break me when I'm not so calm,

so sweet,

so terrible.

but you won't stay 'cause the the glass can't tell you're beautiful.

take this pain away.

I swear,

I swear you're beautiful.