Silhoutte by Bucolic

We’ve grown from dirt into something green and exciting Your favorite words rearranged to something enlightening Hear voices shout Like memories they float up from below We’ve gone Moved on But even now we still hear the echo Through the light we still see the silhouette Thank God rebirth Another chance to paint on the canvas Try to leave-our-mark Before the light grows dim and we vanish Grateful to see your sounds Come together create a mural Out of my skin I watched it open up to the warmth inside Should have seen the light as it left my eyes