They've applied it once more,
The flint to my eyes
to old wounds still sore
It should be no surprise

A fight to survive
To blame solely my own
Keeping others alive
From this blackening stone

A storm begun brewing,
A cold tempest familiar
My feet are now bracing
Greeting old friend similar

I've weathered it indeed
I'll weather once more
Though it pay no heed
To my old wounds so sore