Can all we do is atone for sins
And hope someone will nod and praise our effort?
Can we, only puppets in a dark contaminated world,
Find someone who will tell us truths, not lies?
Can all I do is be useless
And pray for the day that someone will find use for me?
Am I but the residue of great things before me?
The blood left after an eminent battle.
I'm afraid to be just the aftermath
Of a struggle for life and identity
It frightens me to be
Just a footnote.
Just someone who was against others.
Just a Remnant.
But if I am just a Remnant,
Let me be more for you, Mother.
Will you think of me
As more than a vestige of someone greater?
If not…
Then, I'll accept my place,
Just for you as
Just a Remnant.