Deadpoets. - Fox Bones

I set myself in motion, a search for truth in something more than I could ever find from you. And somewhere promise has to meet purpose, where all our hopes have buried themselves beneath the surface.
My arms are tired from holding up the sun, my hands are blistered and are starting to burn, but I said that I would light the way for us and so I'll burn my body to dust.
I am choking on words I never could have swallowed or spoken.
I am biting down on the tongue and tasting the blood from holding back, a way to distract my wondering mind. Clarity is hindsight's curse, but there's a change coming in the weather. Now we both must stand on the edge of emptiness, don't fear the world you foresee.
Your fears will set you free.
My arms are tired from holding up the sun, my hands are blistered and are starting to burn, but I said that I would light the way for us and so I'll burn my body to dust.