1. Pacific

(Instrumental)

2. Outlines ~

hidden in plain sight,
the world is an outline
of shapes i used to know.

like pulling ribbon,
all of a sudden
the curtains draw back slow.

though i’ve been distracted,
i am caught up in static
no more.

garden of eden,
lower your branches
for another year.

i’m dust, unsettled
until they reappear.

though my hands are prone
to trial and error,
i’m crossing my fingers
for something to hold.

i can’t help but hope for brighter,
here in the shadows of letting go.

God, may these good intentions
be the outline of so much more.

when i breathe, from now on,
i’ll mean it more than ever i did before.

3. Birthright *~

she was raised by wolves,
in the warmth of their fur.
surrounded by fangs,
she knew that she was secure.

language barriers
made no difference at all.
when you’re truly cared for,
there’s no purpose for walls.

his fences stood tall
as the shoulders of old.
but he dreamt that one day
maybe he’d break the mold.

but time shyly stands still
when you watch it unfold.
from these ivory towers
freedom is only a ghost.

privilege and pain
when compared look the same.
comprehension begins
when we pull back the lens.

right or wrong,
tension makes us stronger
by making us weak
when we needed to be.

they made her their queen
on the day she was born.
they placed on her a crown
she wasn’t ready for.

but all impossible odds
foreshadow our means,
like paving a road
to kingdoms we’ve never seen.

he woke up one day,
written out of the will.
they swore he’d be okay,
with lesser shoes to fill.

“what doesn’t kill us
makes us stronger,” they say.
our only birthright in this life
is the breath that we take.

privilege and pain
when compared look the same.
comprehension begins
when we pull back the lens.

right or wrong,
tension makes us stronger
by making us weak
when we needed to be.

our fables tell our truths.