Difference Poem by Tor Silvertongue

The world once seemed bright,
I never thought we'd lose our way.
Until the day that I looked back,
And found that only two had stayed.

I do not blame those who've forsaken me,
For not all are born strong.
And, not all can face their own demons.
I just figured it would've been so much more long.

Even as a wolf in sheep's clothing,
I would have always had their backs.
For its you come for one wolf, you face the pack.

So, as we sift through these ashes
In a world immolated by its own shame,
Only the song and the loyal
Will the world remember their names.

You're correct in thinking,
There is a place for them among the strong.
Someone has to tend to the wounded
In their stories, we carry on.