In my heart. Whispers echo. Have I wept? No. Neither have I slept tho. Felt a threat grow. Should've crept slow. I seen what I was dealt, so what was next? Fold? I couldn't let go. Now what's left? Show. Stumbled on something in this mess. Gold? I thought this wreck wouldn't have left no. Trace of a treasure in the midst of a upset foe. You Intentionally put your intentions on stealth mode. People change. And promising paths turn into regret road.