The landscape of my mind has never been so dreary.
Clouds form overhead and puddles grow beneath me.
I still walk along, waiting for a calm in the storm.
Passing the places that once meant so much,
Once again, I see the life fading from the sky,
So comes the night, a passive light peers into my eyes.
This is my downfall, this is my broken will,
I am lost and I fear that I'll never heal.
A solace it seems, standing with these serene surroundings... Here I am.
Here I am, a new man, I won't be broken.
I was once a battered man but now I am whole.