Finding myself again

How will I know when to feel it?

Will the darkness go away?

How do I know when to conceal it,

When everyone's turned away...

A mother's hand on my head,

Keeps feeling for a fever

I find in time not all thoughts rhyme ...

So, are the ones I spill less tragic?

How does he move on?

The heroes death, helped reconnect the common from the cruel...

How will I know when to steal it?

Will it's presence be know to me?

Will blackened seas rise in tide,

The gravity that's kept me here...

It's bonded me from me,

Divided we stand in silence, this I and I,

The bye and bye of which I speak...

I'm growing into this thin stretched skin,

finding myself again.