Hardship can help us seek inside our souls
For that which is true
Retrace our steps looking into burning coals
Of blazing fires, we left a smoldering
When life went all-askew

They help us see beyond our looking glass
Under places where we hide
Deep scars and wounds of days gone past
From all those bitter tears
That never dried

Our friendships can help us see a side of us
We may not wish to see
While holding our hand in gentle trust
Even when
We don?t agree

The truest friend is the one who appears
To help put those fires out cold
Binds your wounds and dries your tears
While holding the hand
Of your soul

When the darkness passes on leaving us behind
The soul is guided otherwise
By another kind
The Underking shall take your hand
To show you to the other side

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 10th of Ios, in the year 474 MA.