Trapped, wings clipped,
I can't even see the sky.
You have me, you've had me,
You never had to try.

Let go of me, please,
Open the door, I'm begging.
I need something else to free me,
It's time for a beginning.
Touches and whispers in the dark,
Never enough to forget you.
I can't even comprehend why it hurts,
Why there's no-one I can run to.

And the serenity I've found is lost,
Swallowed by the memory of you.
Darkened in the absence of your light,
As if you're the only thing that's true.

Broken, alone, I cannot weep.
A soldier does not cry,
Though I bleed within myself,
Still onward I must strive.

...A soldier does not cry.

My shield is my steadfastness,
My pain forever be my guard.
Ne'er again will I fall,
My heart will remain hard.
But caged,
As always it must be.
Waiting silently in aching hope...
For a key.



Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lupar, in the year 352 AF.