Ardor of Obligation

Out of every obligation that I had in passing made To connect the very fibers that had long begun to fade I declared the truest value and pressed on yet unafraid with the rap tap tapping of the wicked wind upon my back When the fibers broke in pieces and declared I was a thief then I went to knees of ardor, weeping in this wild grief for I truly had a notion that would obligate belief to be held in sacred passing though intention I may lack As the wind began to snicker and to smile and to laugh I implored the standing sunrise to react on my behalf but the smoke of broken promises in swirls began to waft and I shook a thousand shivers through the haze With this obligation fervor that had brought me to my knees I compelled my thinking process broken down yet by degrees to relieve the wind of laughter dying down to just a breeze making sure integral honor and my obligation stays.