Taken from the other side, and then ripped into the present
Without a father, a mother with such fear it'd wounded her
To speak my name, in the blazing fire of the sun, I spoke it
Closing my eyes, now blinded from a pain burned into me
Knowing I'd been separated from hope, not giving consent
I'd paid a cost so great, had to leave this home, a wanderer
My future obliterated, my past erased, a heart now broken
I've nothing to keep for myself, even less reason to return
I can see, life isn't easy, nor is it hope filled, or adventure
In fact, whatever our existence, we ignore the truth of it
All the while dreaming, we just hope for something else
Praying our purpose allows failure, praying to survive
Or we'll have wasted this chance too, like all others
Too wounded to do any more than to live and die
Composed of a master's artwork I still fail
Again and again and again, I will lose
Smothered in thick clouds of a fire
Burning last remnants of hope
