Charred Remains

Lightening Strike





Your Swift & Deadly, and the Pressure of Your Demand to be Heard is Deafening

You are a Precision of Pain that Continues to Linger in the Air Long After Your Influence has Been Felt

Always Charred Hearts Left Behind in Your Wake

Where Are You North Wind, A Breeze Wont Due

Open A Window, Let the Fathers Flow Sweep In like
 A Current of Cold Water

The Accuracy of Your Pain Remains to be Hidden in the Destruction of Your Heart

You and Your Heart Waiting to be Rebuilt by Others After the Fire Burns Out
Will be left to the Fathers Doing

Father, Let me See the Vision of the Seed. The Unseen Seed Which Grows Under the Charred Remains Of a Wild Fire

My Hands Are Dirty, Sifting Through all the Smoldering Blackness is a Dirty Job

Fear Not, Look to the Skies and Look Deep into the Eye of the Storm

I See You..

I See You Pushing Through All that Dried up Death and Darkness Surrounded by Nothingness

I See You...

I See the Beautiful Seed Of Hope and New Beginnings...