tiny glimmers
little glitters
in the cold dark night
deep in a cavernous sea
so full and still so empty
little flickers
little hope-givers
hope to have meaning again
so scared to lose this sense of peace
just grateful for some relief
but i still fear the worst
that i'm stuck on this course
i need to hear your voice
under your feathers
whatever weather
in your cool, dark shade
been in the hot-seat
burned by the passion of the merciless sun
but now i have found some relief
but i still fear the worst
that i'm stuck on this course