Can I find a truth,
Within the walls of the soul?
Or aimless reasons?

Dear Eagle,

If you read this,
Which I doubt you will,
Please know I'm thinking of you.

I know not how long,
Before I see you again,
But I'm dreaming of watching you fly.

I'm not rushing in,
I'll take my time, this time,
To ensure we both soar not one or the other.

My heart is strong,
And will not fall with fear,
But will tremble on hearing your voice.

I'll see you soon, Eagle,
And when I do,
I'll glide alongside you.

Hear your voice in every note,
Feel your breath in every phrase,
As my fingers dance on the keys,
It's you I want to amaze.

But you are not here.

See your smile on every stave,
Sense your hands embracing mine,
An unresolved suspension,
Betrays what's on my mind:

You are not here

But then, in the reflection of that ebony grand,
I glimpse a moving figure,
I see your eyes looking back at me,
My music fades to a whisper.

You are here.

I turn to face you and you take my hands,
You place them gently back on the keys,
"Keep playing," You tell me,
"Let me hear more, please."

I take a breath,
"Now you are here, I could play you my soul."

My love,
I know you are gone for the night,
Bound by poor battery life,
But I won't be here at morning's light,
So I'll leave you this to make your day bright.

My love,
There is nowhere I'd rather be than with you,
When I'm away our next meeting is what gets me through,
Nothing could replace you, that's the truth,
And I dream of making more memories new.

My love,
I hope you're not worrying about me,
But I know you will, so I hope you see,
That I'm alright, as I walk lonely down the street,
Wishing round the corner you'd be.

My love,
Promise me to try and keep focused,
Whether it's differentiation or the lifespan of locusts,
Don't let my friends get to you if their words are too potent,
Just know our love means more and their attempts are hopeless.

My love,
Tell me when you see this,
And tell me when you get home,
Because that's what gets me through the night:
*Knowing I'm not alone

Am I here,
Just to be destroyed,
Slowly?

Am I here,
Just to become the next,
Martyr?

Am I here,
Just to lose everything,
Again?

Or am I here,
To stand up and,
Make
Something
Change.

Keep your head when there's no one left
Don't fall prey to the pack
Only listen well to the stories they may tell
If it keeps the rain off your back

Stay your blade 'till they turn your way
Their blood isn't worth the rust
Never strike first, let them give way to thirst,
And deny them the fruit of their lust

Be strong on your own and you'll never be alone
As the weak will flock to your side
But beware the crowd, let whispers sound loud
And one eye ahead and behind

If you must leave your home
Keep your children close
Do not let their hands leave yours

For on streets of gold
Each corner holds
A shadow to hide behind

But don't run from fear
If your heart is near
Your hands will ne'er aim wrong

Keep a smile on your face
Or a drink to fill its place
And don't run, don't run, don't run

Too clean,
No character,
A new heart would be,
So I mend my old one,
Stitching up the holes,
That I burnt myself,
It's our scars that tell us who we are,
Not the open wounds or undamaged skin,
It's the places we had to fix ourselves,
Where we made it through,
But we'll never forget,
That shape how we smile,
How we cry,
How we love,
How we hate,
So I can't get a new heart,
But I can make this one better,
And I have,
And I will carry on making it better,
Until I can present it to you with pride,
Instead of embarrassment.