Encage my heart and soul enraged. What is it now, is this the end of the new begininng, in which we are the lost souls left on the mountain side for we are nothing but empty shells of ourself. I nwhich we hide forver from the world, do we understand what we are and what we do.
To see one's true self would be to look in the mirror of the lost soul, to never think of the future what a mistake that would be. The sun shine but the light has left the burning stops, for now then it comes back with a vengence, for blood, for soul, for hearth and for us. We shall never be free.