A world turning
In opposite direction
Bells toll of my lament
Skies not blue

Rain on the path
I wander
Empty and alone
Never looking up

Mo not sad - just hollow
Each breath gone
Expelling life from myself
Closer to ash

Speak to me of beauty
- maneuver with grace
Enter my thoughts with light
- maneuver with grace

Waking from nightmares
A life of repeat
We continue on
Straight to the end

And all i need
- is what i need
- to breath of my soul