The windows are shutting The doors are closing And the lights are dimming What is to become of a fool Who has faced the cries of loneliness And knows no sacrifice but his own The world around this man trembles While he is the only one to fall And no helping hands are in his mist He shouts to the top of his lungs The empty faces are deaf to his plea And the heavy feet keep him weary He grows with sadness As fait has disowned him of his illusion And time has ran out A knife has struck his trust The blood reversed its way And the fool’s eyes have opened The windows are shut The doors are closed And the lights have perished But even in the darkness The fool finds light And the strength to once again stand
Reason for writing:
A broken heart with a strong will
Birth sign: Cancer
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