Feet slowly pace
Along the high edge of the roof...

The gloomy grey murk
Settling on moors...

I'm sorry that I laughed too much
I always was the fool...

What if God was deaf?
And we send him all our prayers...

Once again I find myself,
Placing a shaky foot on the stair...

Numb and alone in my world
So sheltered yet reckless it hurts...

I can't say I know what you are going through
But I can vaguely understand...

*i know this gets a little obsure toward the end...
Sorrow falls on plains of hate...

One day the future will become the past, and then...
It seems that past can't be forgotten as easily as...

I wish I could cure you, I do,
But it seems more like...

I wander through the decaying fields,
Stumble over corpses...

They call it pathetic fallacy
But I guess this is real life...