Daniel Richards (09-11-1982 / London, England)

As I sit here separated, but together
Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old
Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing
I’ve done,
I see glimpse’s of the future
And they confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust too come

The rusty stitching of the tapestry,
Which keeps the anger in,
Is coming undone
And the sun is in the east
Its day again
Even though the day is lost I see
Two suns in the sunset
I’m sitting whole in a pretense again

Like the moment when the soul locks
And the sound is stolen from your voice box
Your fear stretches the frozen moments
Part of you feels homeless in the skin you’re in
All you hear are voices you never see the faces
You feel broken and lost within

As the heartbeats melt
My tears evaporate
Leaving only a shadow too defend
I finally understand
The feelings of a few
Ashes and dust
My foe and friend
We are equal in the end

As I sit here separated, but together
Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old
Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing
I’ve done,
I see glimpse’s of the future
And they confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust too come