Here I go again
chasing the rain
despite everything I always say
I’m not sorry
living today
like I do, mistakes and more to gain
Electricity fills the air
risk is a state of being
holding a bag of keys, asleep under a tree
And if I could go back
starting from day one
I’d make every wrong turn
Just to see how I make it out alive
And as the clouds turn black
silver line lightning
weathered, worn, and burned
More alive because I chose not to die
December Rose 