Guilt, so dark
That it fills from inside
Makes you hollow
Of the work that
Is not practised in a long time

Do they even feel it
Do they even sense
That plight of mischief fonds
I see that finally my soul is torn

Care for eveything
That came in the way
Making everything special
With charming ways
But I see the fight is in vain

Changing circumstances
Put forward by a runaway dream
I see a new horror
Coming to the reel

And the beautiful eyes
That used to be
Are placed in the onset of dawn
But with a tinge of blue light
So bleak, but
Only if you see