The Drop & the Dream

In twilight and blindness
All our work is done
We fumble and flail, we try and we fail,
We only are what we almost become
It’s both our curse and our grace, here in this place
To reach for heights that we’ll never climb
And the distance between the drop and the dream
Is our one little piece of the divine
It’s a weak little flame, it’s all we got to our name
So why be ashamed to let it burn