Where are we?
These silhouettes that walk like men...

1st Verse:
Many a weary mile, I have roamed...

Meandering along a path of dust,
Thinking of life's opportunity...

I have spent a lifetime being a selfish brute,
Rarely was a word spoken--to anyone--that was...

Approaching the debris, this was not expected,
A large house beyond was more the right direction...

Please don't go,
You have brought such warmth to this place...

Ruination is usually self-served,
And self-destruction can leave you unnerved...

His chains are rusted, yet reflect lightning,
The manacles hang as limp as his flesh...

She met him at the tavern,
He sat at a booth with an odd look...

Settle down, sweet child,
Listen to my tone...

I haven't been inside since I was a child,
It's lies to man and the Divine that I have...

She sits in her solemnity,
On a wooden bench that has held the burden of a...