As you're sifting through the ashes, of a life once recognized;
Soul searching beyond the gashes;
Many are the wounds,
Though silent are your cries.

Hidden are the eye's, of the many that watch;
Even as you burn.
The many voices now heard in the distance;
Daunting echoes,
From those who await their turn.

As now you view life's little remains,
From shallow waters come many names..
Each of which,
Slipping through the cracks;
A journey, now travelled in vain...

Hidden are the eye's,
From all sides await;
Even as you burn...
Faces, now seen again in darkness,
Still manage to return...

Hidden are the eye's,
That you now hide;
Even as you burn...
From which
the sifted ashes
You learn...