In my sorrow the pain tells me where to let go.

In my despair where my vanity of my dreams are put on trial.

In my anguish where the fires of my love are lit yet where the fire burns when I am alone.

The wise would not know where to go without sorrow guiding their feet.

In despair the yeast of dreams are carried to be ferment in the bottles of truth.

For those who wait will be in anguish, but if the fire is lit they will never be truly alone.