Where is the part that I've loss,
Was it real or was it false.
Could it be me or another lie,
It's eating me till I wish to die.
A sad shadow of what was,
I tryed but it wasn't enough.
Claiming what is left of me,
Always fighting to be free.
The truth is the emptiness
Within that causes me to miss;
A kiss, and the bliss of love.
An all to known part of;
A root, a part of my heart;
Drops and falls to peices.
Hope, a vellain to the crisis.
I'm lost in the dark, alone
With the silenced cries, moans;
Flown away with what was best.
See this is all that was left!
Attests to another test from God,
Wasn't passed on, so spoil the rod.
I confess the rest, till I regress,
But this pain never seem to be less.
I guess, I'll suffer and never be free,
This world took the best of me...