i made this meself....


The flames dance merrily on the broken body of my lost father,
and as his body turns to ashes before me,
another legacy dies, along with hopes, loves and dreams,
and many others were born.
so it is ending, but even so, it begins again,
in a different person, destined to fall to the darkside, only to turn away as they
save someone they love,
but dying in the process.
it is a sad world, but i will try my best to live happily, dark thoughts trained to
never rise again.
as the ashes fall, the celebrating begins, but sorrow is breeding in my heart.
but i shall try to be happy, for the ones i love... and for my father who gave his
life for me...
i will never forget him.