The words that ignite From the spark in my brain Can they not provide warmth To the cold in each vein Can but one of these tears That my pen pours in pain Not touch upon skin That I know feels the same
My thoughts into dust Am I going insane Am I losing my mind Were my journeys in vain To think that these tears Could cleanse so much pain Or heal this world's wounds That I know bleed the same
My ethos to rust Like chains in the rain It corrodes in deaf-eared Close-minded disdain For a dying world's tears We could share all this pain Yet we cry them alone Powerless, we're the same