Behind A Shade

behind the smoke grey ash, a shade: i am. i would like to stand out side, but i musn't. as a sparrow flys away from it's pertch, to where i am. she, with a few of her friends. i ask of her, wait for me, some of this i have. my heart like yours it beats to fast, faster than it should. my eyes from far away, they see the things they shouldn't. and once like you, a sparrow whom comes near. without the need of speaking to your fear, fewer now like you - like me there are and many more back from the past, when once there were. i wait for what i know you wait for food. still you mock and chide me. as i crumble all i have before you here. and is what you came to know. is it still foretold? i hear each lie thats told, the wind my well. i feel the pain where none should dwell. i smell the stink of fear, when fear is but the beast some ride too hide their own. dawn came and you awakened for a crum of bread, smiling little brother, and long the sermon to be fed, by a shade.