Three yards away from my dome
a heavy silence surely rose
not too wise to face the impending doom
this fact I hold dear and true

the days have changed ever so slightly
a mystery long gone but not forgotten
the smoke rose to my airflow
I was left choking on my doubts

belief that a world could go into destruction
Many, even me shoot down this deduction
not everyone has a vendetta against one another
Come dear child stop wallowing in the streets

a nice warm home, with plenty of hugs to share
comfy beds with tales that aged in the coming years
meals that made you reminisce about the times of growing up
others who have cried about unfairness surely rose to bring you down

It may not seem much to you my fellow
A bleak looking sky
and plenty of misery to swallow
Not ideal I suppose

To me, it's a vast landscape with plenty of opportunity
to show the world I'm here to be an unforgettable opponent
One's sorrow will always be my ticket
To take out my fiddle and start spreading joy with it
© dawnfaith