Remember My Name
So the battle is lost and the river runs deep.
My soul cries out to remember my name.
But I can't think and it falls away from me.
So I keep playing the faceless game.
I'd die to remember, I'd bleed to remember.
But there's nothing left to remember.
So wake me up with the sound of your voice.
And convince me that nothing is forever.
Say sweet words to ease all my pain.
And remind me why I'm not fit to die.
My name has escaped me, my identity with it.
I feel the tears rushing down as I start to cry.
So what is left of the broken hero?
Save an empty shell and a large open wound.
Beaten, bruised, wounded, and shattered.
Laying under the last of the pale moon.
Staring at the deep space of the sky.
A land I cannot seem to touch.
The place where an angel could fly home to.
Happiness and other things of the such.
But I am the bruised and broken hero.
The wind washes over me with words I cannot hear.
I stare up ahead and wonder about my life.
And why the end of my story is so near.
I think about the trivial events.
How I used to yell and scream and push to always fight.
Now I realize that I should have payed a little more attention,
And maybe I wouldn't have fallen tonight.
The world is a blur of things that I forgot.
And now the last thing I have to lose is myself.
I wish I hadn't been so serious, so forceful.
And I had put my pride for once on the shelf.
I see you standing there with tears in your eyes.
I know I hurt you in ways I could never understand.
I reach up to touch you and you move away.
Between us is my extended hand.
I sigh as I withdraw my hand from you.
And slowly it sinks to the ground below me.
I pushed and shoved to be the best and forgot the 'team.'
And now your tearful eyes are the last thing I see.