Pain and Sorrow
You can only imagine the pain and you can only forget the sorrow,
Break me down upon the ground and leave me till the marrow.
Bleeding, dying, blinding tears, abandoned through forgotten years.
Upon the desolate stone I walk, and hear my footsteps bid you talk.
Echo and whisper the silent thunder, through my mindless, pensive plunder.
Can you hear me, can you remember? My broken life, the dying ember?
A cold wind blows so chill and thin and wipes out the candle light within.
You cannot imagine the pain and you can only forget the sorrow,
Never shall I breathe again to taste the bitter marrow.