• The dreams are wash away
    as sins fill our empty hearts.
    Trembling from our destiny
    who knew how it starts?
    our once gentle thoughts,
    smeared on city stone,
    won't seem to come apart.
    the pride we had
    now cascades away,
    since doubt has left it's mark.

    Criticising our every move
    our soul begs us to go
    the closer we climb to find the truth
    the less we seem to know.

    losing track of where we've been
    seemingly the trail disappears.
    traveling straight down this path
    meeting too many fears.

    Alone seems to cold a word
    to describe how it feels
    to be robbed of everything
    to have forgotten what is real.