So if all we are is just a gust of air. That won't make up for uncivil tongues. That if what I have done has put me here. In a middle of battlefield caught in despair.
Could I stand in the back and watch them rip it apart. Will they ask and ask till they can't take the embarrassment anymore. I'm talking in circles to amuse myself.
Is it necessary to try to carry this burden alone.. If it were any other day I only stay to satisfy. The urge for hope! But its dead, I'm running away..