| Storm clouds gather and fires rage A moments truth on the very next page Read the words but not the meaning Sleep in the silence of the desert night screaming Passing away like river water flows A distant memory the cold wind knows Escape the madness, the toil, the pain And leave an impression so dirty and stained I don’t regret all the things that you taught To me far away from the demons I fought Now I must go and seek some resemblance Of a life I once knew; a shadowed remembrance You were my safe harbor in rough, choppy seas As the crashing of lightning brought me to knees Bruised and scraped from crawling in the dark I regret nothing, except that I lost you and that its my fault |