I look to the ground and day dream of times better..
I stare into the grass and see the ants working never even looking toward me..
They continue to work and carry on..
I then look out toward the dying day..
The wind kisses my forehead first and passes through and around me..

I have seen it all.. And lost everything to it..
But there is a small flame that burns ever so..
Why it burns and why it keeps this darkness at bay is still a question I try and ask and answer myself..

In the end I suppose, The answer will be made clear to me..
On why this flame burns brightly and never seems to dim despite the chaos and the extinquishing of other flames that once burned beside mine..

I simply carry on.. Shine shadow, shine in darkness that is belief..