I was broken...

I was tied

and now I'm bound.

My head is off the ground.

For a long time was so weary,

tired of the sound,

I've heard before

knowing of the nighttime at the door

haunted by the things i've deemed.

Stuck between the burning light

and the dusty shade.

I used to think the past was dead and gone.

I was wrong.

So wrong.

Whatever makes a flower,

must make you strong.

At my time i've melted into many forms

from the day that I was born. 

but I know there is no place to hide. 

stuck between the burning shade and the faded light.

I was broken for a long time

but it's over now.