A world turning
In opposite direction
Bells toll of my lament
Skies not blue
Rain on the path
I wander
Empty and alone
Never looking up
Mo not sad - just hollow
Each breath gone
Expelling life from myself
Closer to ash
Speak to me of beauty
- Maneuver with grace
Enter my thoughts with light
- Maneuver with grace
Waking from nightmares
A life of repeat
We continue on
Straight to the end
And all I need
- is what I need
- to breath of my Soul