#MOOD: Reckless

DK Kuizon / Contributed

To mountain’s peak, to sky’s end.

Bring me home. Carry me to mend.

Built by fire, and crushed by stone.

To have your gaze, what must I atone?

Heat ever burning. And eyes ever aching.

My hands, they long, they long to have you holding.

Ever be dear to me, oh sky so pure.

Ever be cruel to me. Be my cold, cold cure.

Beggar am I, beggar I’m all.

Nothing to hold. Nothing at all.

Poison’s affliction. This sickness I keep.

Over the edge, river so deep.