Dancing through the sorrow, I step around the pain,
but nothing breaks the bough of memory and shame.
Pressured on my path, I never look away,
blocking from my sight, a single welcomed ray.
Garnered by the dawn and darkened by the fight,
a missed relief, a single breath of solitary light.
A wretched walk, a shadowed path – a history of souls.
Abreast I stand with myself hidden by the folds.
Broken by despair and shrouded in delusion
A walk I take, hand in hand – and draw the same conclusion.
