An Endless Dream with a Nameless Melody

"Born to love more than I will ever be."
   "No" he said, "that can not be"
Than the little musician played one of his nameless melodies
                   ...
Reaching for the light
my blood stained hand remains
tainted by the lives I could not
save.
Some wounds are simple,
clean, and easy to manage,
but
what about the ones only He can heal?
All I have to remember is that scar that
is left behind. The memories and pain
I feel , embedded in my flesh forever.
Like a map, my body shows the way to
life. Painful and slow . Surviving is the only way to show, this life
is worth living and dying for.

Slowly hate and anguish begin to fill that
indestructible hourglass. The only chance to
survive is by picking yourself up and moving on.

Inside is a gift that must be guarded
with everything. The soul. For what could be
a more precious gift? Reborn once more, this
time with an identity. Feeling lost was the trial.

The reward is satisfaction.
How does that taste?

Disappear
Reappear
Get lost
And find your way home.
This is your story, your time to be.

Remember He who has given you your
first kiss will also give you your last.
That's what makes you and I the same, alas
Given the chance to be nothing more than
what I am
Human.
...

As nostalgia fills the young man's heart, he continues to play the piano. As all of these soundless words are spoken through his nameless melody.