out of all

now with all the best has gone the sky is clear to none, and nothing holds the heart of everyone, so high, our story has to descend pain scatter in the heat, feel it through the ashes of what remain and despair, it wails in the air and whips emanation of guilt as you see the promise sink and to see your dawn fades is perhaps the worst you can take out of all this tear you have spread. . . . whisper in time and faded your dream.