Graveyard of broken memories.

Sins of the father,

The power of the mind,

All that I have left behind,

In this valley of cold stone,

I've never felt so alone.

Weepings passes

The creepings of the masses,

Left behind, to rot and crumble

The life of one who was shot down in fumbles

Never the end is the motto

Of the coward who sees nothing but the dark grotto,

The sparks that may leak a shine

Dull, as I return to twine,

A tree strong, but hollow

A spirit who will never know nothing but sorrow.

-Icarus_funni