Love of self is the hardest love to concur
In her arms I cared not
Love burned inside out
Truth is a web of lies
Told on a different scale


They take the tears and pass them to reality
In the screaming of me I find a writer singing the blues
Shade of tribute lasting image of pages turned
Cast tall shadows in mirrors on walls in flame
Ripple effect of lonely night with me
So many writers have passed before my eyes
Political image in a dying pain released
I stand in justice mode taking all I can
Promise not to travel back where I came
Fame takes a long time, as does death

I read his eulogy and walked the road of his life
Played her song for him sang the heart for her
Left the last write as pure as the need of time
Prayed on marble floor for his soul
Then mine