knowing that a ember smolders so slow.

Waiting for a loving breath to bring to life,

fighting so hard with a internal strife.

Blinded by the brillance of the light,

unable to discern if is day or night.

Where love once took a noble stand,

all has trickled away like the hour glass sand.

Even though I share not in the blame,

I am scorched from the heat of the flame.