The sound of the rain
For there's nothing left lose
It takes away all the pain
But now I need to chose
I chose my suffering
Of my all my lies
And now I'm left crying
Because my spirit dies
This path is one of few
None wish to take
A path fire lit
No one wants to make
This is my choice
I hope no one follows
There's nothing left to rejoice
For this path is hollow
My anger lights the road
One I'll never return
For my soul is owed
And thy soul be burned
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
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