This land is my land
A dead land
Empty, without a soul
Every inch soaked in blood
My heart died
Many years ago
I lived too long
To the point I don't know
What I am today
And Who I was before
Faces loom in memories
Of friends and enemies
Mixed with the faded images
Of humans from every time
Royalty and leaders
Rich and poor
Young and old
Sickly and healthy
Beautiful and grotesque
But who are they
I do not remember
The memories are so faded
The images are blurred
The time upon the calendars
Fade into eternity
Look down, out the window
Every one of us who live forever
Look out that window
Out to the streets below
Look upon morality
The fear of time
That is what we see
Look upon the changing time
In a blink all we had was gone
Burned and broken
Smashed to ash
Those on the streets below
Those who live and drink and age
They are blessed with the coffin and the Reaper
Never to see what their lives amounted to
While we strive on
Building castles upon the sand
And watching the waves tear them down
As we sit alone upon the rocks
And yet, in the end
We return to the sand
And build up our castle again
Waiting and waiting for the waves
And time to wash them away
This is my home
This is my life
Pride
Power
Happiness
Glory
Betrayal
Loneliness
Sadness
Anger
Desperation
Defeat
Then drag ourselves up upon our feet
And leave the washed out remains behind
Wallow in our own self pity
And beg others to not make our mistakes
And in the end it doesn't matter
Because we return to the sand
And build once again
