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