Alone and forgotten

Nothing left but the word that is spoken

Pandora has opened the box of secrets

Slipping through her fingers

Like sands in an hour glass

Illusions of what was meant for the world slip away

Living and dying by the remaining secrets

Someone holding onto the lid of the box

Nothing standing in the way

No divine eye to watch the world

A soul left dying and forgotten

A scream both powerful and voice

Burning into the heart of the phoenix

Will the soul be sinner or saint

Will a hero be born or a villain recreated