Waiting for what is dead will **** you.

Tears cannot bring them back - only blur your vision
Time will not heal them - only dulls the awareness of their absence

Bury them, lay lilacs, sit shiva to mourn, and live on.

Breaking down, through, and out,
Wings spread to the sky,
With no rescue enroute,
Fetterings left in a sty,

Where I once called home.
Scraping, stretching, yearning,
For worlds yet to roam,
I can feel my past burning,

As I pull myself through,
For a dream I once had,
In a vision that only I could view,
While others felt me lost, or possibly mad,

This false life will never be enough,
Living in the shadow of another’s dream,
I will cast myself out into the rough,
Out of the fire, and into the stream.

I've waited for years,
My time has finally come,
To see my worth through.

Arrogance doesn't suit you, it dresses you like a fool.

Do not mistake my kneeling for weakness,
nor assume strength when I stand.
For when I kneel it is a gift,
and I rise at his command.