Pause
Pressed in palms that sweat like fevers
Turns the screw in the facade
Twisting out the inner sanctum
Staring at a cold resolve
Beams flash through as a reminder
Of a time we had it all
Running through the fields of fortune
Storms now sweep away the stars
Just a touch, the one impression
Etched in stone paused prints of heart
Unavoidable disaster
But a true connective start
Hear the voices rise around you
As they take away the pain
Clock is ticking down the seconds
Though your eyes can’t help but haze
Holding tight the final moments
Choking up on what to say
Words can’t save you from this ending
But we try them anyway
There’s a place that we shall rise to
It’s accessible to all
Dying fast is our conviction
To pause and recognize our call