I'm sitting, listening to silence
Time seems to hollow out time
A war is going on, but no sign of violence.
Every moment of everyday
I'm searching, listening for more
But nobody answers, there's nothing to say.
Being torn to pieces through my soul
My pain you can see, clearly see
Embers barely burning in the coal.
Red hot embers scorching me
But they don't seem to be aflame
Why are ashes demanding I not be free?
As I look in the time before
I try to keep those embers burning
But all that's left are ashes laying on the floor.
Soon all the ashes will blow away
I will be no more
I hope the wind will come soon, it's the only way.
Black coals covering the fiery pain of embers
There used to be a fire burning
But no one seems to remember.
Soon all the ashes will blow away
I will be no more
I hope the wind comes soon, it's the only way.
Note: This has nothing to do with me nor my feelings. It just came to me. Trust me, I'm a very happy person :)
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