Kin Left Behind

They left me to be, they left me to burn.
They wanted no part of my foolish turn.

I was a fool, I was so blind.
I see the clues in kin left behind.

I thought I was right, I thought it was they,
Who were the fiends of those early days.

I’m looking back now, it doesn’t take long,
To clearly see, it was me that was wrong.

They spoke of fury that welled from inside.
But I didn’t listen, I didn’t confide.

That part of me, to which I was blind.
It was this part, they were helping me find.

They were showing me, with what they said.
They were showing me, but to me they were dead.

So, here I am, alone in the dark.
I aim quite hard but still miss the mark.

I am a fool, this is plain to all.
My foolhardy way is coming to call.

With those kin I shunned with little ado,
I pray for the strength to start anew.

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