23 April 2012
I remember the beginning, but fear greatly of the end, where there shall stand an enemy, where once there stood a friend.
The laughter will fade into silence, the river of warmth will run dry. Where tears of joy flowed freely, tears of sadness those eyes will cry.
Should I drown in the aftermath, should I fall in the dark, how will I rise from the ashes, in the absence of the spark?
For I remember the beginning, but fear greatly of the end, where there shall stand an enemy, where once there stood a friend.
Reflection • Opuss № I