i make pain.
that folly is mine
and thus I can no longer dream
I see home, each day in that calm face
and while I appreciate beauty,
I have little to give
not for lack of trying.
your concerns mean little to me
as I have someone depending on me
it's easy to get caught up in melodrama
when you don't know true pain.
that's my reflection, I know who he is.
I saw him that night and I'll meet him again
there stands a monster: the spawn of neglect
the beauty of justice will take care of him...
as he stands on his pedestal, unannounced
a strike from the steeple, and the noose is prepared