Testament
Where has the beauty gone
or has it ever been
those precious years were now gone
and all i see is this cruel sin
Has the young heart finally bled
is it lost to us forever
all those childish dreams and hopes have bled
to return to us perhaps never
How can it be that this is the end
how can we be satisfied
i have lived here in this end
it is in this life i have died
Here we lay our souls to sleep
here we put our dreams to rest
it is in endless apathy that we do sleep
and place our wavering hope to the martyred test
I cant go on for much further still
my body lay broken midst this cold
my heart aches on from the numbing still
who was i to ever be so bold
I have bled and died upon this threshold
i have given too much
i lay shattered and crawling over this chasmal threshold
with pointless hope as my only crutch
No more tears are left to weep
i am dried and spent
my heart knew only how to weep
like on a hot anvil it was bent
I cry no tears yet those of silence
i have bled from my last open wound
there is nothing but screaming, weeping silence
and for my part, it ends all too soon
of the Anguished Hero
by John Allen
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