Evidence engraved

Because life does not go on as they say,

And flames grow in our consciences daily,

And scars are burned into each soul,

Like a fence cutting through the earth,

Determining who we are,

and why we are.

 

Because the past cannot be changed,

And books remain on shelves, 

 filled with stories,

Stories that keep some alive,

And give others  reason to live.

 

And why the sky still shifts in its never-ending cycle,

Telling us we are yet another day older,

yet another day gone.

 

And a flame is merely evidence that something is burning.