His
rage had...
All the abuse that I have seen
Has left me standing in a dream...
Seems like only yesterday
Cradling you in my arms...
Walking across the land that is ours,
Too tired to continue fighting wars...
The Past...
Always creeps on you...
got a hundred things
to do, but none you want to...
I have survived
thousands of years...
Maybe someday you just won't matter anymore
Maybe my stomach, head and heart won't convulse...
I want to learn how I can change my soul
so that you will never slip away...
When you're too upset to cry
And Too sick to die...
Hide yourself where ever you please
Underground or under seas...
Solitary confinement
No arms to comfort me...