I burn softly tonight: primal, pure, unrefined. I am alight with all that I could have been; with the past, the future, kindled by unspoken dreams.

And my mind whispers, my mind speaks to me:

~Do you remember all the weary souls that once roamed this land beneath your feet? Those who walked around you; the worn faces that weep and sing?~

Oh, for I am too a weary soul, resting my ear against the Earth,
and my smile spills truth and my ambition drifts somber
for all time