Silence and winter breath comes oh so naturally to me, it’s not enough to say that you’ll tame my tongue because there’s still a heart beneath. Sometimes misery hates company. I’ve been here for days and nothing comes to fill this page, but I’ve felt love and I’ve seen a sun rise on darker days. I’ll never stop, but I’ll lack the hope behind our fathers’ guns. We fail amidst our fathers’ guns, our hope, behind our fathers’ guns. All my roots they combine giving comfort on this line in a place that I don’t understand, all this winter I consume with a spring that never blooms, in a place that I don’t understand.