In the woods a well-hidden secret is kept

Crooning the words alight of a defect

Even the memories are gruesome to the heart

Walls were built to keep the memories in past

We shout, cry, bawl, and whine

Nothing prepares us for the reality check

Looking for the meaning in the sea of dead

We think it is easier in our mind

Though tad difficult the real life is not that kind

Crumbling in mud is no way going to help

Rising from flame is a fable of west

Take a stick and then take a stand

Affirmation to thoughts before running blank

I heed to the day as natural law guides

Vengeance is a contaminated moot

And it’s not so easy to kill and bite