I thought I was a gladiator
no suit
but able to save Rome from the fall.
I thought I could bring peace to us all.
But  I  am  the  fall.
I am Rome.
With no team to call upon.
I am burning and burning,
madly playing my song
and here there are no homes.
and no meaning given to a throne.
I am pillaged.
I am plagued.
I will be this burning city for the rest of my days.
And I could never ask you townspeople,
(Who loved my city,
Who worshiped in my churches,
Who dreamt of lives here)
To be able to be peaceful
and forgiving of my ways.
to live with no fear.
I am Rome
Made of ashes, smoking quietly here.
I am alone for the rest of time,
I truthfully fear.