Root Of Pain You must die to wrap your resilience. As you trigger the circles of pain. Some parts of me dare To exist. As you strength the path. You must know the unknown. As the sound draped in Silence. You need to honour the pain. As carrying the roots and ashes with Bountiness.
When you are old and Grey Slouching by the Window ; Thinking about Your past. You will remember how many loved you for your charm and fame; But there was one person who loved you for your Grace and soul. She will Fled to the stars Leaving behind all Her scars