The Fall

• Artist: The Fate Of The Strings
• Description: Part 3 of my, "The Seasons" series. Probably the most abstract as well.
  After losing everyone close to him and becoming so physically weak, our character now begins to lose what was once the most important thing to him, his faith.
• Date: 07/22/2008
• Tags: death loss faith fall pain

Times of change have come
Taking with it, pain and anguish
The steps
Always spinning in spirals
Can always seem to be it

He comes from whence my pain was
Brought by me
Obtaining that of what is his
My own being cannot
Going into His spiral of me

I come back
Rising from the leaves
Falling into what time I was
Floating into me
Coming, the ground is below

Pastels have fallen, sun warped
Coloring skies
My rising has been renewed
From the leaves they come
I am Him

Becoming what I feared, wonders approach
Makers become made
Reviving death comes quickly
The cold pushes
All the men move into line

But though time has fallen, clockwork
Peaceful slumber no longer
I can finally live along whence I was made
Being apart from what I am
Never being me, who He is

Of course I am
What if He cannot be
His faith in me who is
I
It without being said, returning.