From the flames there comes a being
from the being comes a light...

Is darkness beauty?
Or guilty pleasure...

Laughter hides my sobs
Smiles hide my tears...

Nothing can describe my anger
Nothing can measure my pain...

Through this night
I lay awake...

It all just kind of wraps around me
the person i left behind...

I lost the person i wanted to be
i lost the person that cared for me...

The death toll climbs
higher...

Its not really poetry
but isn't it pretty...

Everything stops
My eyes start to water...

I sit beneath an old oak tree
There are tears running down my face...

I'm a child,
nothing more...