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