With Broken Limbs I Stride To The Fountain Of Anguish

What was lost

And that remains

Sometimes it rains

Which falls and fades

But what was the last thing

That was echoed through this haze

I cannot seem to remember, but what was lost

Is all that remains

With broken hands I wipe the tears

Too weak to fight the whips and lashings

Pray to God for a little strength

I ask, fix my heart, fix my will

Gods saints, please pray for me

All I had, I gave

Some days pass still I lament

Many years fade still can't dry the eyes of a dying fawn

My eyes froze from the past

Which start to show

As the world moves forward 

Finally can I embrace the emptiness which holds me 

And with fractured limbs I stride to the fountain of anguish