Align

It's a line so true What can not be named It's coming for me to be Hung up and framed In my lane, out being lost To find myself But I did not I'm afraid to change Then our waves got crossed What a tender twist of plot Pools of fears i had in me Are feathers in weight What's been and what awaits me I give that none of my energy In my lane, out being lost To find myself But I did not I'm afraid to change Then our ways got crossed What a tender twist of plot