From beneath the blanket of a lightless blackness, I have felt the warmth of a thousand splendid suns.
From my perch atop the hill called love and friendship, I have heard a great symphony of countless melodies – songs of deceit and devotion, trust and treachery.
To the winding woods of kindness and compassion, I have lost my freedom and my fraternity.
To the skies beyond belief and bravery, I have flown to be trapped in the golden glow of faith, honor and morality
To let my wings be featherless, picked clean by the blinded gaze of guileless sincerity.
To the iron hooves of unfettered truths, I have lost my body – broken and belittled by their burning reality.
To the entombed shrines of hope and loyalty, I have imprisoned my happiness: the crown of my family’s affection; the soul of our divinely decreed affinity.
Now, I shiver beneath the cold darkness of a beguiling uncertainty.
I seek an escape from my guilt-ridden nobility.
I yearn to flee the towering shadows of regret and confusion – poisons for a dying generosity.
So I now wander in search of answers for an uncertain heart, cure for a bleeding soul and healing for my scarred and solitary world.