What to do when thought is lost,
And in the soul a clinging frost,
Pacifies all memories bright,
Until you can't remember light?
And if you lose sight of your way,
And you can't smile another day,
You have seen into my soul,
seen unto the void.
Standing on the edge of life,
And in your mind a seething strife,
Will you ever come to this,
Closing in on doom?
So what if I'm not happy here?
Will it change with turns of year,
Nothing here is different
to the bleak and bloodwashed heart.
Everything has changes,
except for things that count,
There's still fish in the river,
and a horse is still a mount.
But warriors of old
meld into footsoldiers of new.
And everything is turning,
into the deepest shade of blue.
So what if I'm not happy here,
This feeling isn't new.
My soul is changing colour,
Into grey and black and blue.
if you look into my eyes,
There is a dark hole.
That is the void that has slowly
been turned into my soul.