The Saint's Dilemma - After the Burn

No one to receive my loyalty , my strength nor who i truly am nor heard the song that sleeps now within my spirit. In this world , i am asleep , no one to awake me , none to receive me , nor a loving heart. If fear is my breath , this is the last i might breathe. Going to and fro like the wind with nothing to do but wait. pain is inevitable. After the Burn , A tale of other aggressions, still we rise. still we stand. still we burn.