• Pinned to the ground by the unforgiving sky
    The poor boy lays there wondering why
    Never in his life has he wronged
    With no one he belonged
    Living in constant fear of his own past
    Knowing that nothing in this life shall last
    Losing everything that is sacred
    The cursed tiles now bleed red
    Wishing to reverse the pain
    Standing in the pouring rain
    Dissapointment as common as air
    Life itself has just lost its flair
    No more happiness, no more sorrow
    No more today, no more tomorrow
    Its all gone now, and still we wonder how
    Where did all our time go?
    Where does the black river flow?
    No more questions now, just sleep