اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
With embers I held in my lungs still smoldering
In December I left in my wake crests and casualties
I salvaged scraps, harvested corners, my stride unsure
I had to watch through my fingers through the camera
Unstable, my footing
My stride unsure anyway
With embers I hold in my lungs still smoldering
Trust we'll defy time and the posture you define
