Beside my river of tears the memories turn Of darkness, pain, and death, a ceaseless end The loneliness forever shall it burn My will to live will slowly twist and bend Strength of will is not meant to bend this way Soon my heart will shrivel and freeze The rope of a tethered soul begins to fray And will be carried off by ocean's breeze My river rages, floods the shore Of memories left best alone The minds of restless dreamers tore The minds of hopeful martyrs shone In the air of discord the waves shall also fade The battle of loneliness lost and won Remaining wanderers' minds are made Of the chaos brought by the setting sun In the stillness of death the mourners barely live Through suffering, they have seen the light Their pain has brought them to forgive Blissful ignorance has long since left their sight Inside the meaning of the dance the waves shall break Beyond this moment of desire the memories mourn, Through perilous dangers, lives are left at stake Their damaged hearts ensnared in flames that burn Pity the men with desires left unmet They seek and search and wait till light of dawn This never-ending night they'll soon forget As the call of death will push them further on In darkness, we succumb to evil's wrath And will no longer fight the hero's fight Our minds will warp the only path And take us down the road of endless night ~Kristin Moorehead |