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