Rupturing - Emily Jane White

When you were young, you were taken by time

You thought you’d always be alive

And now the dwindling sparkle in your eye

You know the road is full

Of crime and thievery, truth be told

And to the mystery

Of something pulled away from me

And the soul rupturing

By something that I cannot see

One by one, feathers plucked from your skin

And there you lay, bare in the wind

And god is watching somewhere with the lights dimmed

And the only hand you hold is your very own of gold

And to the mystery

Of something pulled away from me

And the soul rupturing

By something that I cannot see