Like an ocean bare of water A fire without sparks A rising storm lacking darkened clouds Or the nightfall without stars
Like trees detached from soil And a voice without a sound Each day we add to the dead weight With our eyes on the ground
Grey and pale are the days to come Wisdom lost without the past
What is life without the days to remember And the years of pain paving your way Accept the heavy feet and the aching back But it's still not the time to liberate the weight
Dead weight and pain Is what we tread upon So whatever is to come We won't back down