Here I am<br />
A symbol of human tragedy<br />
Here I stand<br />
A deplorable broken man<br />
Why do we ask the questions?<br />
Of answers we do not wish to know<br />
<br />
Broken, haunting memories of times old, <br />
Searching, for answers to unfold<br />
The mystery that leaves me torn between<br />
Two worlds in a darkened corner<br />
Weeping softly I tear my flesh.<br />
<br />
The sun is gone and what is left my dark<br />
I bury the past in the empty wasteland of despair<br />
<br />
Times have changed and we count hours<br />
Of Solitude and despair<br />
Turmoil breaking, senses waking<br />
Leading me no where.<br />
<br />
The sun is gone and what is left my dark<br />
I bury the past in the empty wasteland of despair