Yours Truly from Lou Heron by Les Ailes

We’re talking, it’s late night
And everything that I was scared of
Airing out to you is feeling alright

It’s manic, the spirit
It asks us that we carry our emergent selves
Across a vacant emptiness

But how am I to know that you’ll be there
To catch my flailing, nascent offering?

So desperate, I need you
And yet it breaks the old familiar currents
Of my heart to really see you

So can we trust that there is room to hold
These seismic, redefining truths

If we could shout the walls down
And pour all of our colors out
Imagine what that’d do

And in your lonely moments
You could always know that you’re seen
And loved, and held for being you

It’s tragic, the man that must play by
All the rules that keep his beating heart
From feeling its own sadness

I know him, his violence
It’s burning in our bodies
When we close our eyes to someone else’s suffering

If we could shout our walls down
And love all of the hate out
Imagine what that’d do

And if we chose to go there
Embrace the thing that must be shared
Then I might see my freedom
In the fullness your becoming walks me to

Yes I can see my freedom
In the fullness your becoming walks me to

• Folk
• alt indie folk
• alternative
• dream folk
• independent
• singer-songwriter
• White Salmon