Paralyzed, lost my sight
My soul in its darkest night
What have I done
I fell slowly from the sun
tired eyes, fading smiles
whispers saying I’m not right
Hiding secrets of the One
Who fell slowly from the sun
I am blood and I am fire
I am ashes on a funeral pyre
I am war, In a losing fight
I am rumors, I am light
— “Rumors” by MissThisBand














