Maggit

In this stadium there are lights of heaven,

and there are voices of shame,

blanketed with shadows of hell,

that call out your name.

But still, we rise to the ground,

and past the dirt,

where we lie safe and sound,

from all the hurt.

Now lies the suns embrace,

to soothe our scars,

to burn disgrace,

to show us what we really are.

You’re on fire,

(not again)

Oh but tonight,

we rise

only to die,

and to be born again.