For generations we gathered in the dark
Not to escape the world, but to find it
Strangers becoming one, until the world changed
And something precious was almost lost
But some kept the flame
Those who never stopped believing
We are born into this journey
From realms beyond.
Holding onto these bodies
We all want to belong.
Every sunrise that blossoms
Every sunset that bleeds.
We travel the path within
Wherever it leads.
You’re wrestling not just with what you want, but with why you want it, and whether that desire represents an itch to scratch, a wound to heal, or a truth to honor.