Bear not down upon my tortured soul
for I am weak from life's long day
anger and torture, belief torn asunder
all once believed… cast away.
Alone and now broken, left by the roadside
cast far from where I had grown
bloodshed and nightmares, memories rewinding
so cold and so very alone.
Bear not down upon my conscience right
for true courage was never in doubt
I fought for belief in dreams of contentment
until I woke up with nought.
I am now cast away with no hope of return
having fought till the fight in me died
all that I was and all I will never be
in a world where lifes cast aside.