The Ache of Renewal

Growing pains in the soul do not describe blooming through cracks
It is more like desperately holding your own hand while truth unfolds
A horror forms in following the sense of beauty renewal brings
Then a blessing follows right after once the tears are wiped away

Fortune holds you down and forces self-actualization
Enlightenment rises and burns away the endless night
Looking up at the stars, it became time to decide to start a journey
Lost in the soul’s wastelands was the power to speak freely

All along might was trapped in a cage while never seeking freedom
Wake up the once sleeping urge to cut through tireless illusions
Waiting somewhere near a setting a sun is the requiem for a dream
End the suffering of being fed a story to keep the self going

It has been time to see past the lies the walls we made put up
We’re losing the path the light traveled for us everyday…
Unless we start feeling the silent voices in our bones
So grow through the cracks, see beyond the veil made of hatred

There is more to discover than the pits of despair we’ve made
Love wraps around us then pulses through us, showing us faith
We do not have to end, we only must rebirth while knowing defeat
The price of growth is standing in the ashes of what was destroyed