I reach out my hand to catch the light
But I am unable.
My wings are clipped,
My feet are tied,
My heart is locked away.
My blood only runs free;
Slowly draining the hope of life,
As time drives the past further with death’s icy knife.
Like the sun burning away dawns sleepy shroud;
I awaken.
Like a mother’s warm embrace;
I smile.
Like a crimson flower unfolding its delicate petals to catch the sun;
I open my heart and fill it with love.
Love for kin and friends alike,
Love for knowledge which gave me this light,
But lead me to a one way bridge burdened with the weight of my oppression.
I walk among the ghosts,
Whose weight hath throne them from the path
Whose minds hath split from insane despair
When they knew that death,
Was the only life they lead.
I must escape this endless lume,
That only weaves a single thread,
Stained with blood of young and old,
Whose fates already have been sold.