Burn Her Ground

Still waiting for my day to come

I'm still waiting for the light from the sun to hit my eyes, and wake me up the way I was ment to be woken up

I'm waiting for my life and future to unravel in my arms

Waiting to wake up to warm days and sleep to warm nights

When "...seek[ing] happy nights to happy days." I find gray

In my life, birds don't sing those cheerful songs of great life and great days

I'm pushing back on the walls that are closing in on me

I dug my heels into the dirt

But i'm moving back