Fear was carved into me
Like initials on a pine tree.
It’s not how I’m supposed to be,
So instead of letting it kill me,
I fight.
Courage is my birthright.

The best things are hard won
But impossible to keep.
The quiet ache of loss runs deep.

Endings always come,
And nothing gold can stay,
But that’s not the final act of the play.
The burning isn’t something to fear.
It’s a sign that the rising is near.
I’m waiting for the fallout
‘Cause I’ll fall into something new.
I always do.