Craven

Why are you not here?

The drop is falling down

As always it makes me feel

Like a craven mouth

Why am I still right here?

My wings are broken

Once my fears come

To destroy me more

I see the road no way to back home

Wandering what we are

Dust in hands in the desert of our souls

Forever waiting

Why are you not here?

The sun is falling down

As always it makes me feel

Like there's no end

Why am I still right here?

My eyes are burned out

Once my dreams come

To reveal me more

I feel the sorrow consuming me

Feeding the end

No more lies

On my death bed

Whispering it's all over