All alone once again, falling deeper through the darkness,
insane with thoughts he understands not,
the empty chambers catch a flame in the craven of his mind.
Back to nothing; cold and gray
stands an old soul now broken;
lost in a cold and lonely world
where all the faces blend together and fade away
and nothing is as it seems to be.
Wandering through the crowds; unknown,
indecisive as the fallen leaves of Autumn
blowing gently against the wind,
uncertain of his destination.
Pale blue eyes of Gypsies search desperately
for the unknown answers to questions only he can understand.
An always hallow heart comes undone, unfulfilled with real love
in this dark forsaken world.
The broken record in his head replays old memories,
of the simple times he left behind
now replaced with empty promises and scattered lies
of fallen brothers and battle cries.
His war is never ending.
The laughter echoing the empty streets beyond him
where once, he use to play, carefree
not fully understanding the pain of losing everything.
But that's all over now, he has been to hell.
Now crumbled and defeated, unable to go on,
he falls before us all like a child;
wanting nothing more than to end his nightmare of a tale.
Wise hands now embrace the Savor back into this forgotten soul,
while the tears of a solider cleanse away the regret and the suffering
of all those years fought for nothing.
Drifting further along the sea of sorrow, he losses touch with reality
as the tides silently take him to a place of no tomorrow,
where he is finally set free of torment hidden deep within himself.
