They say he might not make it, it’s critical And if he does, his life…will be difficult You ask me why I write these words of pain When I told you its real – to me no gain The darkness creeps so unexpected and fast Fighting for your life without time to gasp I’m not reminding anyone but myself How can I laugh when the grief is felt So tears burden the heart as deeds are dealt In this life there are only two types of wealth Working hard for nothing but ash on the scales The wind will blow away the end to this tale.

Locked away in your soul are thoughts untold Kept secret and hidden yet journeys unfold Emotionless face but the mind is easily read Lines of bitter writing litter the roads ahead I pushed you away without even knowing as foolish pride got in the way of showing Ashamed of reality but it is true I detest what I became in treatment of you The past is behind us yet it doesn’t self erase Take a step forward in attempts to be brave These words are nothing but lines on a page Like a raging fire, your heart is ablaze.