Falling apart as they reach me,
those raindrops never stop,
the tears never noticed
but ever, was I?
I stopped to wonder,
once on this path,
would I ever be able to look up to the sky,
with a smile on my face,
not a tear in my eye,
for whenever I try
it’s the lightning that strikes
or the sun’s radiant rays
that blind my old sight.
Ingested in me, this pain never stops
addicted as ever, was I to the drug
that relieved me of the needle, so sharp
but soon it was taken,
now the blood oozes out,
breaking every string of this life, this harp
though it cleans the wound,
it flows deep through my soul
cleansing the bowl of my strength.
So helpless my eyes,
look upon this road-
fading… but just to my vision
of this darkened path,
this world of decision
this life… or the death that I’ve lived in.