From the river where our memories drowned, the bitter reality revealed its scars. As life went through the silenced days, all of our hope was raised among the storms. Living in fear surrounded by serpents, and their own fear within decades of guilt. Believing in our father's faith of brighter days, and a peaceful life beneath the solemn sky. To follow the footprints where the spirit came to light. To follow the paths where the child perished. As the embers of sadness emerged from vengeance and weath, our parent's revenge cried for the lifeless retaliation. The bright side of the hearts slowly defiled by repulsion. Her woeful prayers tore the heart apart. The tough pain and sorrow in the yearning years, fulfilled the thirst of every heart's revenge. A cry of despair surrounded by the echoes, of the death march and havoc in their hands. Pale faces are captured, framed by falling leaves, in the dawn where the hearts are wounded by solitude. The bright light of sunrise illuminates the frailty, of a dying faith and spirit in our hearts.
