A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,