The bright sky could tell just how tired my eyes were, the silent air was a clarity to my loneliness.

My depression tearing deep sores to my throat, with the wailing earth piercing my ears with its strange sounds causing it to bleed.

My sore bottom, tired of its constant seat of agony.
My shaky hands, was a reflect of my sleepless nights.
We want it all for ourselves, always wanting to be the cherry atop it all.
With the sun at our backs, and the breeze to our hair, we took flight to the sky.

Left with nowhere to stay, I took to the cave, using its walls as my save.
Closing up to the world I came from, while I use the fire in my heart as a warmth to my stay.

I didn't want to feel the fear no more.
My freedom still blocked by the haze of my hatred.
With I, a clear companion to its stink.

The false blind, has taken me...