My heart is racing

Feelings confused

Wishing I could help him see this through

No matter what

Nothing I do will ease his suffering

All he has are the memories of who he was

And how it used to be

He brings his hands together and behins to pray for this to be an end to his constant misery

The cross he bears around his neck (the cross he bears)

The only thing that comforts him (what else is left?)

And so he prays for this to end (what else is left?)

A Shadow of his former self

Tired and weakend now

Demons are his only company

So give up the ghost

Ten years shy of a century

All he has left are the memories of who he was and how it used to be

Pray for this to be the end of his constant suffering

Pointless at best

No means to an end

His hands to his head

He prays for the end to this nightmare

All he has left are the memories