Unrest.

Can I bring him back by helping souls like his?

Can I help from the present?

Can he help from the past?

Who holds the key? He or I?

Heavy, sunken, falling
My feet drag slowly on the floor
I think of him and whimper
Yet find courage in this lore

Get up, wise up, fighting
Head up towards the sun
I think of him and breathe in
Do I stay or do I run?

I can make it, I can help them,
Eyes shut barreling through
In spite and in his honor
Am I healing? Is this you?