The Forsaken
Illusions from the past
Tormenting my present…
Ripping my heart
Abundant pieces sprawl…
Teasing my wit,
Slaying my impulse,
And dodging me in the dark
The sturdy hands of time...
The lost element of trust,
The phony game of love
The stingy men called friends
Unveil their factual face...
No knights stand by my side,
No swords to defend my pride,
Alone in the war I stand,
Differing the mounting tide...
Empty hands I hold now…
Kneeling on to my ground…
With head held high, Frantically gazing at the sky…
Tormenting my present…
Ripping my heart
Abundant pieces sprawl…
Teasing my wit,
Slaying my impulse,
And dodging me in the dark
The sturdy hands of time...
The lost element of trust,
The phony game of love
The stingy men called friends
Unveil their factual face...
No knights stand by my side,
No swords to defend my pride,
Alone in the war I stand,
Differing the mounting tide...
Empty hands I hold now…
Kneeling on to my ground…
With head held high, Frantically gazing at the sky…
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