The debut blew him into ashes.
Picked up the salty dust
Carried on to discover your flaws
Weathered and renewed by your past.

Next! What transpired in its lifespan
You grew within the glory of being healed
Survived the most tragic, barbaric plan
Of which the emotions had courteously drafted.

I found a half that was whole
Gave me a piece, a pinch to live,
On and believed that love was for all.
Good came not, not to all,
But those who could trust the wait.