When I rise from the ashes just a box of matches With flames on my lashes Thingsll be better no more scars no more gashes Flying along while somebody bashes Everything I’ve said Everything I’ve done But I’ve won Haven’t I? That’s just it They’re…

He is truly my medieval knight; I seek him again this life. Maybe it’s a memory? Or perhaps a book I read. I seek him again this life. He existed then, he must now! Or only lives in a book I read. How can I…