..Of times that often wafts on our paths.

Fallen

In times of grief and sorrow..

When everything is hollow..

When everything`s against,

I need a light to follow.

And all I feel is pain,

Sins that are not cleansed,

Foolishness, in vain..

So many without name..

In times when I`m alone,

When I can only moan..

When everything I need

It is, and will remain unknown.

When things just, aren`t true..

And I just can`t succeed..

I haven`t got a clue,

What there is.. To do..

In times when kindles waves,

Slowly engulf me - a slave..

When I have no escape,

They took everything I gave!

I have nothing.. Nor I will..

As my feelings have no shape,

As I feel no more thrill,

Everything has fallen.. Ill.

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