Pulleys

Annie, our light is locked up

And it is not coming through

And that is something on me, not on you

It’s just something I am working through

For the restless, the tired, and tried

It’s a sure sign of blood

But there’s a peace and a still to this night

And I am not giving up

There are those that will say it’s alright

But is it to trust?

Is there villainy in thinking it’s time?

Well, that’s just something I am working through…

Something I am working through

It’s just something I am working through