Pain and Past

The rubber soul
has worn a hole
upon the shoes I wear
another day
has brought me grey
upon my youthful hair

My meek and weary mind compounds
as all the painful lies surround
no longer truth will hold my youth
within the earth so round -

these bleeding feet
drag on the street
which I have walked before
caused by the lies
which we disguise
our evil we ignore

My weak and painful heart still pounds
yet wilting is all hope's amount
and crashing to the earth, too late
is this end towards my fate