𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞,

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲,

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞,

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞,

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞,

𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞,

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦.

𝐍𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞,

𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞,

𝐀 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬,

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲.

𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫,

𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡,

𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭,

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭.

𝐘𝐞𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞,

𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦,

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐈 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞,

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥,

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐍𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲,

𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥,

𝐀 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.

𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭,

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡,

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲,

𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞,

𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞.

𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞,

𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞,

𝐀 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝,

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝,

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞,

𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦.

In valorous dawn, where shadows fade,

A hero rose, with heart unafraid,

He sought moments of peaceful rest,

A calm haven, where love was best.

With sword in hand, he fought for right,

Protected weak, and shone so bright,

His people's cheers, his heart's delight,

A hero's glory, in morning light.

But time went by, and wounds did sting,

Battle scars, his soul did cling,

The weight of duty, heavy as stone,

His heart, once pure, began to atone.

He craved solace, a gentle breeze,

A loving touch, a quiet ease,

But none came near, none did abide,

Leaving him alone, with tears to hide.

But seasons passed, and wounds did ache

Battle scars, his spirit began to shake

The weight of duty, like an anchor's might

His heart, once pure, began to lose its light

A darkness crept, a shadow grew,

In emptiness, his heart turned blue,

The world's gratitude, now seemed a lie,

A hero's fame, a hollow sigh.

He searched for peace, in vain pursuit,

Found only pain, and heart's dispute,

The love he sought, now turned to scorn,

A hero's fall, to darkness born.

His soul, once bright, now lost its way,

In shadows deep, where night did stay,

He found solace, in wicked might,

And turned to villainy's darkest night.

With every step, his heart did break,

His people's trust, now turned to shake,

The hero fallen, now did stride,

In evil's path, where darkness did reside.

His name, once praised, now whispered fear,

His legacy, now tainted tear,

The world did mourn, the hero's demise,

And wondered why, his heart did compromise.

Yet still he walked, the villain's road,

With every step, his soul did unfold,

A tale of sorrow, a hero's fall,

A cautionary story, for one and all.

For even heroes, can lose their way,

And in darkness, find a new day,

But oh, the cost, of that descent,

A hero's heart, forever bent.

His legacy, a double-edged sword

A tale of valor, and a heart explored

The depths of darkness, and the heights of fame

A hero's journey, with a tragic claim

Now his legend lives, in twisted tale,

A hero fallen, a villain's gale,

A reminder still, of peace's elusive dream,

And the dangers, of a heart's extreme.

His soul, once radiant, now lost its way

In shadows deep, where night did stay

He found solace, in wicked might

And turned to malevolence's darkest night

With every step, his heart did break

His people's trust, now turned to shake

The champion fallen, now did stride

In evil's path, where darkness did reside

His name, once revered, now whispered fear

His legacy, now tainted tear

The world did mourn, the champion's demise

And wondered why, his heart did compromise

Yet still he walked, the villain's road

With every step, his soul did unfold

A tale of sorrow, a champion's fall

A cautionary story, for one and all...

Beneath the roving amber skies,

I tread the road to yesteryears,

Where laughter stitched the woven breeze,

And twilight cradled forgotten tears.

There was a hearth, once stitched in flame,

Where seasons sang through broken panes,

Where hands held fast to calloused dreams,

And love was sown in whispered names.

The lilac dusk would find us there,

Barefoot on the battered wood,

Trading songs with moth and moon,

Spinning wishes where we stood.

How tender were the brittle hours,

When each breath stitched a tethered seam—

A child’s laughter, a mother’s prayer,

A lover’s ever-shifting dream.

Now ivy grips the crumbling stones,

The windows weep with silvered rain,

The scent of bread, the crackling fire—

All ghosted by the winds of pain.

Yet still I ache for embered light,

The half-told tales, the easy sigh,

The woven hush of evening’s fall,

The ancient hush of love nearby.

Oh, how we wore our hearts like thread,

Mending holes with stubborn hands,

We broke, we bent, we built again,

Forging worlds from grains of sand.

The hearth is gone, the song dispersed,

The roof lies low with memory’s weight,

But somewhere in the bones of me,

It sparks—a stubborn, hidden gate.

I feel it still beneath my skin,

The hum of all we dared to be,

A home stitched not with stones or wood,

But breath, and hope, and broken plea.

No map can guide me back to it,

No hand can weave the shattered glass,

Yet every step I take, somehow,

Returns me to that ghosted past.

The home we lose is never lost,

It lives in how we laugh and grieve—

It hums in every thread we spin,

It soars in every song we weave.

And though the earth has swallowed walls,

And time has stolen whispered names,

The flicker of that ancient flame

Still dances through my ragged veins.

I taste it on the salted wind,

I hear it in the robin's cry,

I feel it in the morning mist,

That kisses fields where old ghosts lie.

It lingers in the scent of rain,

It burns inside a lover's glance,

It shivers through the weeping grass,

It quickens in a fleeting chance.

We are the weavers of the hearth,

The carriers of broken light,

We stitch with hope what time unthreads,

We mend the falling shards of night.

And so I walk, and so I breathe,

With every footfall calling home,

Though stone may fall and wood may rot,

The spirit of that place still roams.

No hearth is built with hands alone,

No love confined to stone and clay—

It rises where our hearts belong,

It kindles when we choose to stay.

Stay not with hands, but with the soul,

Stay not with walls, but songs and flame,

For homes are made of yearning bold,

And love that dares to speak its name.

Thus in the marrow of my bones,

That vanishing place forever hums—

A ballad stitched with flame and rain,

A memory where my spirit drums.

Yet even now, when dusk descends,

I hear the echo of their song—

A call across the woven stars,

That bids the wandering soul belong.

Among the nettles and the ash,

Where broken beams kiss earth again,

I find a sprig of greening life,

A testament against the rain.

The walls may fall, the roofs may break,

The fields may drown in creeping gloom,

But what we built with fragile hands

Still hums beyond the shattered room.

A whisper in the autumn leaves,

A shadow on the silver loam,

A promise carved in bone and breath—

That nowhere are we truly alone.

I plant my footprints in the dust,

I raise my voice into the gale,

I stitch the sorrow to the sky,

And sail my heart beyond the pale.

For memory is not decay,

It is the loom from which we weave

The songs, the dreams, the tender hands,

The homes that time cannot bereave.

So let the night grow deep and vast,

Let silence flood the broken stair—

I carry still, within my chest,

The hearth that lived, and burned, and cared.

It sings inside the battered bones,

It dances on the ravaged floor,

It stokes the spirit’s quiet flame—

A home once lost, but never more.

And if I falter on my way,

Or lose my name in mist and foam,

Still I will carry through the dark—

The ember of my evanescent home