Breathe.Gratitude.Love.

Madeline A. Cameron

I guess I’ve run out of places to hide

Or out of faces to show

That aren’t really mine

To stop calling for answers

And answer the call

Because nothing goes to waste

When you consciously evolve

Consciously seeking the balm

For the unhealed spaces

I guess there’s nowhere to run

Since I’ve run out of faces


I guess I’ve run out of lies

That my ego devised

To justify my curled-up position

Looking for blessings 

In an unholy mission

Trying to find heaven

In the hell I’ve been living

Of course I heard your voice

But I was too blind to listen


I guess I’ve run out of ways to deny

That this was just a phase

Because the windows flew open

And flooded my gaze

Every illusion in every frame

Every pain in every pane

With the light of the knowledge 

That I am forever the same


I guess I’ve run out of ways 

To dim my own flame

Because my heart opened enough

To open a little more

Even if the dust never settles

Or if I never win the hero’s metal

Or if things go from bad to worse

At least I’ve made my own choice

To know my true name

Because I would rather become

Than go down in the blaze

Since the burning and I 

Are one in the same