it's when you stop running

and sound is a movement
the river is a laugh
I watched move down
the mountain's back

 and she would never stop to breathe

but faster fly and stronger heave
it's not like I can run that path
and not look back- to not look back

 

would fill my lungs with newborn air
and empty every dying thought
let go my unforgiving heart
let something die, and something start

stillness wells up as strong as she
I wrap myself so I can't breathe
I fear the sound of when you'll leave
or just don't know when I am free