An outstretched arm, an uncondemning voice, pull me through this distorted noise. I hope you know what you meant to me. I'll hold onto your memory. It won't be all in vain. Falling off the path that I know I must walk. Deep within myself, this battle is fought. To regain what is lost, hope for the things not seen. To one day see your face starring back at me. Well done good and faithful servant, you have walked the path and remained fervent. Burned everything you've worked for. Ripped from your dearest loved one. Even death has not conquered you.