The Crying Man

As time comes to an end, I lose my self in thought, Thinking of my life, What I’ve done, I remember the ones I love and the ones I lost, I feel them close; guiding me through my life, Yet never to return, Lost and broken as my tortured soul tries to hold on to the last trace of life and to the ones I care for, Beaten and broken I try to survive and hold on, Yet the pain still burns me, I am a lone wolf left to wander, Never stopping always moving, Yet I still bleed for the one I lost, the ones I loved, A life full of pain and suffering, Yet I still care, But why as I know it will only lead to pain, For nothing in the world will ever know peace until the end, So when I sleep I forget, this is when I no true peace,