Morelia - Trixie Whitley

This flame.

Is old.

Armed by a torch, so young

For I am moved by is where I long to come from

But the architect knows the heart of a lion

That builds from it’s deepest

Fires and one’s restless desire

Let it be meaningful

Let it be alive

Harbor this comfort

Don’t let the… Don’t let it go live

He had everything

I had not… and my lungs turned to sand

The times I could find to want

One shallow hand but I’m living with emptiness

Shift the ever last till I was selfishly safe

And I will breathe with you

Until our last breathes

Let it be meaningful

Let it be alive

Harbor this comfort

Dont let the river go dry

Let it be meaningful

Let it be alive

Harbor this comfort

Dont let the river go dry

Let it be meaningful

Let it be alive

Harbor this comfort

Dont let the river go dry