A pale imitation of a life that I lead
Blurred misgivings clouded in dew
Days spent restless on my rampant paths
Every night searching, endlessly searching
Forgotten in the crystal halls of our tears
And when standing in the caverns of stone
I yearn for that love that was given
A dream that I thought was untrue
I spend timeless hours staring
At a reflection I no longer know
I long for what used to appear there
A familiar to carry me home
I desire to feel yet again
In all the shadowed depths of my heart
That the darkness has slowly corrupted
Squandering what should not be lost
The shroud that I wear is electric
The lightning glistens in my eyes
The tears of the halls fall, weeping
For time must still slither on
Perhaps in my dreams as a soldier
A warrior, good and true
Shall I find in the break
That the dreams I have sought were of you
And as my lingering steps lead on
And yet my back faces the wall
I can sense your kiss in my heartbeat
I can see your smile in the moonlight
And I smile at the faceless form
And I fancy I hear a whisper
And I fancy I hear your tread
And I turn in vivid remembrance
With my eyes reaching
Endlessly searching the moon
A pale imitation of you
