Written by: Robyn Blauw

The long night hours of waking
That haunt my very soul
The reaper stands before me
And beckons me be told

The people stand behind me
With words of empty sounds
Promises of everything
But nothing to be found

The rusty wheels are turning
Of work that should be done
The people here, Im learning
Know fools that walk as one

Where are the ones I trusted
I stand so much alone
With words and empty meanings
And a heart that’s turned to stone