Falling Awake

And sometimes I think I'm falling awake, out of this dream, out of this ache.

The years that left me empty and cold, they seem to fading into the unknown.

The scars on my heart, they aren't nearly as deep. I wake up from a fitful sleep.

I'm newly aware of colours, and sounds. My eyes don't stare down at the ground.

And now I know I'm falling awake. Out of this dream, out of this ache.