In the depths of my solitude,
Myriad glimpses of fears stalk,
Around the corner a teardrop falls,
Silently into the abyss of shame.
My hands in chains my feet bleeding,
I crawl to the door to open the way,
Right into the heart of the storm,
I will find my road to the end.
I've fallen so many times,
And woken up with a start,
Tired with facing my scars,
You'll not understand the failure I am.
I've weaved a net through time,
And tossed it out to the clouds,
And gathered a fistful of starlight,
Which the wind carried away from me.
The rip through my heart is evident,
In every breath I take, make no mistake,
It's still beating for nothing in general,
For everything has turned to stone.