In the cold night of stars and mist
the tears continued to burn their way down,
like trails for the fire to follow
and set ablaze my skin.
Already I can feel my body burning
and my soul enlarged with bitter rage,
injustice,
is the price of your freedom.
Yet through this dark, consuming exertion,
I brought you from your own hell
and guided you the way back to me,
yet I could never feel my amor again.
I felt my heart beat within me,
the beating, the music I lived to,
I hold on to the last of my reserved strength
and hold on tightly to my comfort |