I cry for my past self
As I search through the wreckage
Of past mistakes to find him
In this world, I am left with pain
And a reminder of my history
It is an archive of mistakes
That stands at the forefront
Of this abandoned earth.

I find him cold and naked,
Laid down in a manger
He looks so emotionally pure
I wish I had found him sooner
I pick him up and cradle him
We cry with all of our might
And synchronize our heartbeats
To remind each other that
We're the same human beings
Then his fragile body collapses
And I'm left with ashes in my hands.

In this moment, I am left with closure
But I will never have another chance
To fix my past loneliness and troubles
So I walk back home, where it is then
I will find enough strength to crawl my body
Through the depths of pain and be set free.