The Forge,
The Forge is cold.
But You didn't...
Did You really have to go?

I'm always sad, I'm always lonely, and They don't even care.
My Father's gone, and my city hates me.
This pain I can't bear.

But Cyrenians and Hashanites can bleed the same way.
Ashtani and Mhaldorians have the same things to go through.

Talk to me, if you think I'm losing my mind.
Talk to me, so this world again I can find.

The Forge.
The Forge is way too cold.
And the coal.
It won't even start the fire.

I'm not sure if He's coming back, but I can't shut up any more!
I'm not sure if He's coming back, but WON'T be quiet any more!

Shallamites and Eleusians will bleed the same way.
Vertani and Mhun have some of the same things to go through.

Pray to Him, if you think that will help us.
Pray to Them, if His plight will reach the Garden's ears!

What am I writing for?
What am I waiting for?
Do You know what this is doing to me?
Go ahead, world.... what are you waiting for?

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 409 AF.