The wind roared,
I kept driving...

Thank you,
for all the times we had...

Branches swaying in the wind,
a gentle reminder of the cold...

You caused it all,
you told me it was safe...

Blood on the floor,
final rebellion...

I never knew to soar,
to spread my wings and fly...

The gun shot sileneced the world,
as it echoed through every mountain and desert...

He put his cold wet hand,
on my shoulder...

Gently falling on my shoulders,
rolling down my cheek...

Close your eyes,
dont think...

They called me liar,
as my new name...

I slowly rose,
late in the night...