Pale

With the weight on my shoulders, I've lost all my composure
I'm not free but I feel that angels have taken my hand and told me it's over
So hesitant I wanted to go but I just can't
Somethings telling me that I had to keep moving I swear it's that
In the skies, all I see is the cold
Grounded I can't tell the visions I hold
On to the weather the feather that crossed by my face and over the hill
To the smoke in my lungs from the fire that set
Above my old head and did nothing but spread
My heart feels so heavy and it's reaching my head
One more step and I'll probably be dead
Probably be dead
My skin's pale
My skin's pale