But in the ashes, stories start to rise,
Of lessons learned beneath the moonless skies.
For it's true weight isn't what we hold,
But what we cherish, even when it's old.
For the hollow echo of a whispered name,
I walk through the ashes of blame.
For in the letting go, a truth is known,
The heart crumbles for what the soul has sown.
So let me raise to skies, though tears may fall,
To a love that burned, though destined to null.
