Every day that passes a small piece of me dies
A small ember that passes from the fire into the wind
Soon to be ash that will come to rest in this cold world
Such devastation I walk through these shattered lands
These heartless walls speak to me of better times
I leave them behind in this forsaken place of bitter memories
The empty homes taunt me as I walk slowly through
They laugh at me, there voices whisper and taunt me
There is no fight left to fight, you will be forgotten . . .
I continue on alone seeking the warmth my heart has lost
Did hope give up on me or did I give up on it ?
I cannot remember I search for a reason
What was the start of all this? Where did it all go wrong?
Perhaps the answer is impossible to grasp now
Deep within the flow of time
Is it lost to me or am I the one who is lost?
In the wasteland of my mind and soul