Poor man's memory

Cold alone in the night
A man speaks to god himself
"what has become of me�"

and he feels the emptiness
of the years to come
the sorrow sinks inside
of his own happiness

And the misery
That covers his face
Conceals that little bit of hope
He's had since he was a child

His eyes are hollow
And they tell the story
Of all the dreary bodies
And lost souls

Mourning to breathe free
Under the sunshine
And this man
Is dead in our eyes

Because the thick lament
That wraps around his body
Completely covers all that he feels
And what he could ever be