Each Seperate Dying Ember

Distressed or just hungry, driven by fear
«Stay close to yourself, keep finding your path»
In the eye of the storm we blindfold ourselves
We are freezing inside while others still burn
No names for the nameless
No wreath beneath their graves
We deaden compassion
As long as we feel save
If hope never dies then
We have been dead a lifetime
No stir on our faces
As long as we feel fine
Driven by envy
Driven by mistrust
Driven by fear
We close our eyes and fall back into silence while others still scream