Ragal Ironbull
3:32
Kelly Boesch - Toward The Light
The air moved differently; it touched my skin like a secret I had forgotten.
I followed it past the torn places in me,
Past the walls I built with trembling hands.
Now the sky sits open in my chest,
Light pouring through where the darkness lived.
I am not the same, but I am here,
I followed it past the torn places in me,
Past the walls I built with trembling hands.
Now the sky sits open in my chest,
Light pouring through where the darkness lived.
I am not the same, but I am here,