I feel like a weight has been lifted
Feeling among the gifted
Slowly marching on
Slowly pushing towards the sons
Holding onto memories
Fueling the flame burning brightly

The memories burn a flame
A light to guide my way
Holding the torch tightly
As the flame burns brightly

Looking down at the weights
Filled with sorrows and pains, anger and hate
And so i push on
Torch burning, into the rising of the sons
Still holding the memories, driving further
No looking down
Not ever, not now
Not now, not ever never
These memories, this flame
Is all MY fuel to reclaim
That which was lost
© Solemn Screams