I said, “I will make my own way”
Across the stolid path’s worn pages
Where the flakes of my burned skin
Spurned the fire that laid them to dry
I tried to find the distance safely away
From the anguish of false sages
Who by their own actions weaken
Their beliefs without knowing why

As sure as the sea, an eternal voice
Must you erode the sand of my choice
The shores that line the hearts edge
Are all that is left of loves pledge
Your fears of your own mortality
Destroyed the life we held dearly