I stand among the broken souls
Searching to try and become whole
Endlessly pandering for value
Among the ashes for what remains true
I stand among those with art
Painting scenes of a broken heart
Brushing past the growing blood
Of which time has already faded
I stand among the authors whom
Carve a world before their lonely tomb
Hoping the ink can set what they could not
Looking, not knowing what they sought
I stand among the flames which burn
Letting out their emotions that churn
Trying to raze to find what they yearn
Never knowing until they learn