Where we wither

how do you walk through the muse.

seeing how I've fallen but never become.

when one day all light has been done

will the darkness shanty on

where will you find yourself when all of life is fallen

and how will we rise to become

what makes us not what we are to see the light

but what makes us see the light that has gone

how do we break a broken tune

when it's wild and it's hair is strune

whispers walk withered way

and see that it is neither night nor day

if we can rise and Fall again

just like a human picking up sand

we are not made to be between

it is all light that has never been seen

what wakes and walks but never fades

are the two runners still making their day

and has father's wrath begun to fade

or will it chase them to the end of their days

who wrote the withered worn wakes

and gave us nothing to forsake

doesn't matter if I don't

don't I matter for not does won't