My mind is tired and my soul aches
and I can feel myself sink into this saudade
but, like air, I’ll rise
I can feel the shadows shudder,
and darkness blooms while passion wanes
but, like air, I’ll rise
But this heart is a lioness, scared of nothing,
and I will always forge a way
because, like air, I’ll rise
Words by Ashley Jane
Art by broken_isnt_bad