Movement

Give me a bit of time to get this right

I find myself so frozen into place

I thought you said was I not you who’d chase

Or breath the chilly air in devil’s fright

I’ll search the world for angels in the light

Inside a junkyard full of gems and lace

I ask only for a relief’s embrace

I thought you said that knowledge wasn’t might

Yet, I live and breathe, thus I must find a way

Remind us all that still we need to walk

And though I see this will continue more

I know the stars will live beyond the grey

And if you must continue on this squawk

Know that the angels only hear my roar