Standing
Standing at the edge, the end and eternal
dark
memories ignite the last little spark
that lights the past beyond the grey
and stop the loner from walking his way.
Standing on the top, a thousand miles
underneath
looking down in disgust at all he once believed
encircled in red, marked for the greater good
the conclusion is end and he's in the mood
For all he used to live, he fought to
defend
has fallen to ashes and dusted to sand
a life has taken it's time and faded to black
painful distortions are the last proof of his wreck
Walked just not to stand, lived not to rest
in peace
but now he's finished and ready for release
no white without black, from darkness comes light
and if all that true he 's going to shine bright