Smile at these melancholic tragedies.

Leading to my infinite injuries.

That left me down and out upon the floor, a stray nothing more.

Singing softly yet silently to your very core.

This voice has long since come and gone.

That voice can not now ring on.

We settle our souls among those who have none.

Though we realize nothing good will ever come.

From far and few of us between.

The lost and damned are only set free.

For moments and seconds then drawn back in.

We’ve come so far they refuse to let us within.

Their walls and what lies beyond them.

Are spoken of only in secret hymn.

Those who are caught are never seen again.

Maybe today will be our time to begin.