Essubis: Book of Song

The Walk of Shame

Yearning for existence, 
On a pillow stained in pain.
I lay my weary head, 
And ponder life again. 

The weight of all my sorrows, 
Crushes down upon my chest.
As I struggle to find meaning, 
In this endless, futile life of death. 

The world is full of beauty, 
And yet I feel alone.
Lost in a sea of faces, 
With no place to call my own. 

Still I keep on searching, 
For a glimmer of hope and light. 
For a reason to keep going, 
Through these endless, lonely nights. 

Though my heart is heavy, 
And my soul is tired and worn. 
I know that deep within me, 
A flame still flickers warm. 

So I'll keep on yearning, 
For a life that's true and real.
I'll cling to this stained pillow, 
As I search for what I feel.