You let them bring you down
And scoff at your beliefs.
With blood on their hands.
YOU'VE BECOME ONE OF THE HERD.
ONE OF THE FLOCK.
ONE OF THE MANY.
In a sea of troubles,
You should've been a light house in the dark.
But you've turned your BACK.
You turned your back on yourself and all you used to be. The worst part is that now you think that you are free.
Free from remorse.
Free from the guilt.
Free from the truths on which your foundations were built.
You've been conquered and defeated.
You're old beliefs have been depleted.
There's nothing left but your memory.
Your life set sail and got lost at sea.
The waves must have taken you.
But I still wait for you at port.