The Never Echo

I lived, but I was never born,4 A thousand thorns my heart has bled, For that I’ve lost, I learned to mourn. I died, but I was never dead. I stayed, but I was never here, I’d fade away at every dawn. You looked for me when skies turned clear. I left, but I was never gone. I fell, but I was never standing. My shoulders carried words unspoken. I lost my wings as I was landing, I broke, but I was never broken. I dreamed, but I was never sleeping, The sheep are gone, but I’m still counting. In oceans made of tears I’m weeping I swam, but I was always drowning.