In the end, the pains of the past must settle into the recesses of memory, no longer so desperately present, crowding out the joys within the minutia of the day. They become the map of where we have been, not the definition of where we are to go. We can outgrow our stories, outgrow our mistakes, outgrow old identities. Time to become.
Written in 2012
Lyrics
The past is empty of promising to be more
All our battered wanting
Won't open these sealed doors
The grief was silent
It wasn't this old space
I was the one outgrown
Pushing wings beyond
Beyond this place
Goodbye lullaby
All these years are falling
Falling
Gone and left behind
My lucid becoming
Goodbye lullaby
The words are spilled, seeping forgone
Calling their bones is just a broken song
Today's my chalice
The grail of what can be
So goodbye lullaby
All these years are falling
Falling
So gone, so left behind
Goodbye lullaby
Alchemy's tears are yesterday
Flown away
Cracking within the life held for me
Let this pastiche gone
Open me to more
Oh childhood's over (I am born)
Goodbye lullaby
All these years are falling
Falling
So gone and left behind
My lucid becoming
Goodbye lullaby
