I’ve beat her curse into my chest as a bleeding beacon of freedom.

Dancing to the revelations blaring in my phones,

I’m following Pearl as she heads deeper into the dark wood.

Sun calling down from above, weaving through the trees

Bathing me in the wild light:

Every day under the blessing of Ra is a day closer to you.

I want to bathe in you.

I’ve been so lost, digging around on a piece of the cold ground;

Looking in my reflection, I’ve seen a patina form over my eyes.

Eyes of a skeptic rusted in place deep within my head.

Now the sun has risen over where I stand, alone.

Oh Jesus, I am the blind man; where do I stand?

Set your sun ablaze to wash away the cruel oxidation.

My lone prayer, dust in the wind, took to wings of lightning through the blue skies,

And set my soul on fire when I looked up over the answer.