Horizon of Light

Ash in my lungs

Boot prints in dust

Every mile behind me

Built on rust

Skyline is bleeding

But it’s still bright

Cutting through smoke

One last stripe of white

On the edge of the horizon of light

Where the shadows break and the scars ignite

I raise my hands to the burning sky

If this is the end

Then I’ll learn to fly

On the edge of the horizon of light

I’m not turning

I’m not turning from the fight

Names on my jacket

Frayed at the seams

Ghosts in the fabric

Shouting through dreams

Wind on my face

Tastes like a dare

Every step forward

Tears through despair

On the edge of the horizon of light

Where the shadows break and the scars ignite

I raise my hands to the burning sky

If this is the end

Then I’ll learn to fly

On the edge of the horizon of light

I’m not turning

I’m not turning from the fight

If the night runs red

Let it pour on me (oh)

I was born for the blaze

Not the elegy

On the edge of the horizon of light

Where the shadows break and the scars ignite

I raise my hands to the burning sky

If this is the end

Then I’ll learn to fly

On the edge of the horizon of light

I’m not turning

I’m not turning from the fight