Agora - Invent Animate

All I’ve ever longed for

Was it a waste of time, or will I get mine?

Abandon me, and I’ll adapt to the loss

What a dark and fragile place this is

I am stuck in between the lines of understanding

What it is to merely exist, and to prosper

I can’t believe I’m alive

Amidst the world taking away everything I am

All I am, all I am

All I’ve ever longed for, was it a waste of time

Or will I get mine?

Abandon me, and I’ll adapt to the loss

Quintessential growth, in the palm of your hand

Winter embrace me and all I am

Forgotten souls bask in the bitter cold

The feeling of being cherished, is an unfamiliar one

Leave me be under the leaves, in the wake of spring

I’ll be descending in my sinking sleep

Wishful thinkers

We are the ones with a seed of hope

With no space to grow

We are the ones

That hold what little we have so close

My mind longs to be still once more

What a dark and fragile place this is

I am stuck in between the lines of understanding

What it is to merely exist, and to prosper

But in my mind, I’ll be fine

But in my mind, I’ll be fine

I am forever in debt, to the ones who left

I would never ask the world a favor

It would never happen