Mirroden

The Winds Next Culling: By Erik LaFleur I stand before you trhough this great storm. The wind, my anger... The rain, my happiness. I hear the voices of my fathers. I can still see their faces... The faces I have never met. They guide me, confide in me, entrust me, to do what is right. To do what is strong. To show the people around me what the definition of strength really is. I am not the voice. I am not the messenger. I am the student. The innocent and young who will one day become the voice. I stand alone now.. Gazing into the sun and thank the forces that be for the breaths I take. I feel the wind rise through my hands, a

I remember the day I saw the eyes, They eyes so full of tears. That was the day I left my home, 2 months seems like forever. I remember the day my eyes were glazed, My friends shouting around me. That was the day that I first cried out. That was my last serenade. This is my last serenade. Will you follow, or just walk away? This is my last serenade. I took this pain and washed it all away... I remember the night that I returned, It was my home... but not really. I had some drinks, shared some laughs, They were friends.... but were they mine? I remember the minute it all whent bad, All I had worked for... Gone in an instant.