All around us we look, but choose not to see.

Troubled by blind spots, there willfully.

Whats there to show for every breath I invest?

Crowned king of the ashes, from the fire they set.

Around me I listen, alone and uncertain.

now heavy is my crown, and the weight of this burden.

All around us we see, but never for long.

With those that surround us, I will never belong.

Of this they make certain, that I never find peace.

When there's carrions circling, like crows to a feast.