Spiritual Difference Chapter 1: part 1 I stand here steadily, hoping but for the removal of this dreaded event. Just now understanding the past memories of an unexpected funeral. For I release a tear onto my tattered sleeves, resting an individual antique upon his solemn grave. Bearing on my restless knees, when I tense at the overwhelming vibration of my throbbing flesh. Having the need to stay behind the careless crowd. When I hear the sound of a fading whisper suddenly search thought the forest that lye's ahead. Forcing me upon the hollow ground, causing the wind to comfort around my limited air. Cherishing my past memories as I feel a hand grasp around the intensity of my burden shoulder. Causing me to affectively mute, for I turn around to encounter the image of my well known father. Desperate for the sound of his beating heart, but finding the regret of my very own. And before I can speak my statement I hear the sound of his lonesome voice.