cracks open fills up

[m0na_]

There come times, sometimes, tiredness leaves cracks in my strength, empty space that splits wider throughout the day.
Don't mind the cracks - all they are is nothing. Fill them up with song.
When hearts are breaking open, fill them up with love.
Crevasses. Valleys. Potholes. Hairline fractures.
All forms of emptiness will be drowned in my song.
All forms of darkness will be drowned in my light.
Where can darkness escape to?
Where can emptiness escape to?
Where can weakness escape to?
Where can hatred escape to?

This is the song that never ends, never ends, never ends.