Concrete Wolves

My dearest friend in distant haze I breathe within these autumn days Let twilight's amber whisper low Ease the fears you've come to know They tell me how you haunt the dark Through empty streets you leave your mark But darling, rest your weary soul Some birds aren't meant for tight control In your mind I'm sinking deep Where concrete wolves hunt city sheep But I dance through storm and sound In chaos, that's where grace is found They tell me how you haunt the dark Through empty streets you leave your mark But darling, rest your weary soul Some birds aren't meant for tight control When cherry blossoms stain the air I'll stumble home, drunk on prayer Just don't wake me at sunrise Let old ghosts fade from your eyes Each scar has taught me how to fly Each doubt transmuted to clear sky Your voice — a thread through darker nights Guides me past these shifting heights They tell me how you haunt the dark Through empty streets you leave your mark But darling, rest your weary soul Some birds aren't meant for tight control