• the dreams are washed away
    as sins fill our empty hearts
    trembling from our destiny
    who knew when it starts?
    our once gentle thoughts
    smeared on the city stone
    it won't seem to come apart

    the pride we has cascades away
    since doubt has left it's mark
    criticizing our every move
    our soul begs us to go
    the closer we climb to find the truth
    the less we seem to know

    losing track of where we've been
    seemingly the trail disappears
    traveling straight down this path
    meeting too many fears

    alone seems to cold a word
    to describe how is feels
    to be robbed of everything
    to have a scar that never heals