Spara
The Formation of Us
Banished from the reservation before the fires even died down, my guilt and shadows followed me.
My hands stained in blood, a friendly soul helped me get back on my feet.
Through the lens of a friend's camera, my eyes catch the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She wasn't the kind of woman who let me admire her from afar.
Her confidence pulled me in, her strength helped break me out of my shell.
A slice of heaven I probably didn't deserve.
When the dark stain on my soul rears its ugly head, will she be strong enough to remain by my side?
Or will she leave it all behind like ashes in the wind?
