The land of olives
Obliterated to a struggle for life...
The future blackened by the ashes of the past
Lit every bridge on fire before running in last...
I look at my world and see the poverty, sickness...
I cry for those who are encompassed by it all yet...
To think that I've tried so hard
Only to end up here...
I don't cry if I'm the last in a race
Neither do I cry if I've lost the trophies and the...
I stand ashamed;
burdened by this guilt that holds me down...
A field of dying flowers wilts beneath a blackened...
Shifting shades from green to brown as their...
You hide from the world
To afraid to look at yourself...
I think about you all the time,
No matter what I do, your always on my mind...
Why are we here?
Trying to prosper through the night...