They said wishes and faith work,
but how come you're not back yet?
How come I have to sit, sit alone by the mourning firelight,
having faith you will come back.
My brothers,
My brothers say I'm in denial.
But you said,
You said that Faith always works,
Your sixth sense always finds a way.
But where is the way?
You're gone,
And I just don't understand.
What am I doing wrong?
What am I, to be exact?
Without you,
I'm still wondering. They are all looking at me funny,
looking at me with pity.
Our friends,
Our enemies.
Everyone.
Yet, here I am.
Sitting alone by this lone firelight,
wishing on that star I named after you.
Iris.
Bright, beautiful,
but gone.
Unreachable.
Impossible.
But you told me to have faith,
you told me to never stop wishing.
So, here I am.
Here.
On my knees, wishing.
Having faith.
In something I don't even believe in.
A/N: Yes, Iris is dead. It's dark, I know.. Thought I'd try something different~ Hopefully I captured it nicely?