ash come back to me

A lesson or a blessing

For every lie that escaped your lips; violence in the shape of question
marks,
I thank you.

For every laugh that left your mouth, a mockery of everything I am; everything
I stand for,
I thank you.

For every twisted paradise you made with your paintbrush that could only
ever paint pain,
I thank you.

You are the reason I live with my
pockets full of sunshine,

You are my hardest lesson and my strongest goodbye,

You built me up to watch me fall
and now I’m flying-

I owe you nothing but silence and ash,
for you killed parts of me that will
never come back.

But I thank you.

4

You want to put a man forward as the face of our efforts to oust the Engliish from the island. Why not use Flint? They all know him already. They fear him already.