All I do lies beneth these shattered walls.
My family long gone, my life is all,
gone, once here you would have thought.
But nothing remains,my shadows no longer cast,
on these wooden floors, I shut the only open door.

Once a child young and free, thats all i want to be.
No longer waiting on my dreams, crushed by fools.
Under bending lies that call my name, I wander,
away now opening the curtain falls, a complete
new person,with lines is all, I feel discasted,
I leave my faith, all is gone from this place.

A family once lived my life, and for all of this,
I feel for them, my sins won't get me anywhere,
Not above nor below, you see my face at a window,
you'd turn away,only if you would talk to me,
exnologe my abode, I sit here on these dessolate roads.

Long,cold, wet streets that just fill my soul.
Disheated, by my own accorde, I felt an
afull joy fill my aching bones.
Older now I feel to youg to lie.
To sit here by your open cascet, only makes me cry.

Six feet under down you go.
Never to return, not in soul or body code.
One beat that skips my heart.
As all i can do is laugh as your put down.
I never forgot the irony of that moment.

Noone else but me and the vicar.
Wording spoke that muttered detail,
his final say,the clouds cry, on this day.
But my dead friend, your gone for good.
Beneth bundled bones below.

It is where you shall stay.
I hope that one day, i will join the rotting clay.