No one to receive my loyalty , my strength nor who i truly am
nor heard the song that sleeps now within my spirit.
In this world , i am asleep , no one to awake me , none to receive me , nor a loving heart.
If fear is my breath , this is the last i might breathe.
Going to and fro like the wind with nothing to do but wait.

pain is inevitable.

After the Burn , A tale of other aggressions, still we rise. still we stand. still we burn.