How heavy it feels to be made of light.
I want to lay down and cry,
but they expect me to fight.
I am learning how to walk,
but remember how to fly.
Tonight is made of mud and the moon is a flood.
I covered my ears when the lighting struck,
but the thunder was only a dove.
Are these flowers upside down?
Or have i really lost my ground?
Such confusion i do find amusing,
because it is all just illusion...
Though maybe my lover was right,
maybe i died that night.
Swept away by those things i could not push away.
Though i pushed and I pushed with all my might...
I am only made of light.