In this space of longing, between what is known
and the unseen force beneath skin and bone;
Where chaos stirs darkness and the past has been,
The fire burns steadily with light from within.

Nothing can be lost and still claim our emotions;
A sunken ship waits in the depths of black oceans.
Echoes of voices still ring through the deep,
Remembering every promise we dared to keep.

What lies ahead isn't a path to be walked,
But one that we forge in spite of doubts that balked.
A bridge built from courage, from the will to choose-
Salvation we carve into each scar and bruise.

The sanctuary was never just a name
Attached to a story by a thread of shame;
It's space that we hold in the core of our being...
A room that knows us by the courage of seeing.

A whisper of doubt will return with each dawn;
A seedling that follows sunlight across a barren lawn,
Where each blade of grass is another decision
And standing in shadow is met with derision.

No longer is burning the only solution
To escaping weeds left by an old resolution.
What feels like nothing you can see with your eyes
Contains the raw power few ever come to realize.

We reject the fields of the dreamer's green pastures
And rise up like smoke in clouds of cathedral rafters.
The flame that was buried seeks dry rotted kindling,
Eroding foundations where stale life is dwindling.

This is the call forward that cuts like a knife
As lightning strikes down a tower built by strife,
Igniting a new flame that carries the pages
Of voices unspoken by forgotten sages.

The pyre that stands in this heat has no name,
And the one who is burning is never the same.
Don't mistake the truth for what hope whispers sweet
By the tales of false prophets that speak of defeat.

No other direction or plans need be made;
Just willingness forged by old fears like a blade.
The pain was never meant to become motivation,
But comfort and cowardice thrive in temptation.

True pleasure, desire, and power are rights,
Drawn up from the darkness in long, starless nights.
We drink in the moonlight and breathe out the sorrow
Of days that feel hollow without fuel left to borrow.

Remaining beyond noise of bright light and sound,
The power we reclaim keeps our spirit unbound.
The bridge has been walked and together we ride
Upon steel conviction across tears and pride.

No mirror or echo reflects the unknown,
Except from the source of the rhythm and tone;
The eternal signal cast into the sky
In fire and shadow between you and I.