• With a heavy heart it is, that any of us move forward,
    from the strife that may have stricken us or even made us martyrs.
    But I stand upon a soap box calling out into the night,
    "I need you here, can you hear?"
    Though despite the effort put forth and might -
    the dusk it seems to darken.
    And so I allay my quivers and strain my my ear,
    but you voice is something I can not seem to harken.