Epanaphora | Riddle me this

I am a drop of liquid sky

I am the child asking why

I am the secret dreams held dear

I am the ever-present fear

I am a shadow in the dark

I am the unforgiving spark

I am the new-born baby's breath

I am the sigh released at death

I am a voice that screams alone

I am the crunch of breaking bone

I am the silence in the storm

I am the passion with no form

I am a ray of burning sun

I am the fully loaded gun

I am the fire in the smoke

I am the cynic's only hope

I am a voice from ages past

I am the proof that something lasts