I was but a word left sighing-and I was but a lie- and I was but a curse, defying all the breath that held my life I was like a lie so transparent, seeing no grace in me- I saw myself in flames so barren, yet diminishing still, guttering in disbelief; Just a cracked and a fading singing-a music of something that should have been, Caught up in dying echoings; the song of a sigh that is vanishing As, all the restless feeling -all the cry -all that I'd deny- I was left to savour, ah to thrive upon all the days that I'd decry and ah, all the days that I believed can't be just as a dream, a lie I bought and held fast to me? ah not all those days that I believed? -and yet they sound; forlorn in anger, at a dawn that dares to be born in light Piercing, and sure