After The Burial - Aspiration

Victim of anger, tied to distance
Where does it come from?
Distrust.
I've stood strong,
Held my head high through constant war.
So brutal, so violent.

So I tiptoe through conversation,
A lapse in my step is misperceived.
Unleash a breath of salvation,
In dormancy lies everlasting.

Remember all the fires we started?
Our aspirations for progression.
We feed the burning for a better day,
Don't let your selfishness extinguish the flame.

Prevailing with lasting intentions,
Never living behind your back.
Never living behind your...
Convictions leave me questioning
If you've been living behind mine.