Holding on

Who told you to blame me for all the past malice? to punish me for others' old sins? You seem proud of burning down our only home.

mocking me for fighting alone.

Who whispers those vicious lies

that you instantly memorise...

"Truth had a way of coming out" I was told

It was hanging on the wall

and found no one to be uphold...

Can I save you now From what has already come?

You were once so keen to welcome.

You kept telling me that I didn't know

sitting in your little room looking through its tiny window

They crippled our grow, dimmed our glow

But you said you hated me more

Desperately wanting to blow

Still trying to find another fate

Keep visiting memories

A little short, a little late

Was there anything else to try?

What should I have done differently?

Is there nothing left to cry?

Serazer Pekerman June 2023