Falling down,
The wind is the only sound,
A patch of gold,
Beneath the barrier, they still hold.

Looking up, I offer my hand,
Do you hesitate? Or do you not see me stand?
An unfamiliar sight before the corridors,
Ah yes the Ruins, that's what they're called.

A family is what she promised,
To start a new, is this what you what wanted?
Everything seems to go just fine,
Step away from that fine line.

I once wanted to pay a dept,
She gave you a home, thou you did not accept,
Through the Ruin's halls and floors,
We step away, and outside the doors.

A gentle smile, still on my lips,
"There's no words" and only twists,
You are the last Soul that they need,
We'll have more time, no need to grieve.

Here we are, our final stand,
A dead child, and one with a determined hand.
"Dad? What are you doing?"
You striked, I heard a warning.