The Pain Sentinel

All i was then

Was a pouring rain

All i am now

Is a dirty stain

The light traces

Of your last steps

Have blinded my

Poor soaring eyes

All i was then

Was a raging fire

All i am now

Is a smoking pyre

The far traces

Of your last steps

Have guided my

Straight winding path

If i cried now

Would you come by

And take me back to

My own true life

But i need your pain

To see me through

If i cried now

Would you let me go

All i was then

Was a vivid light

All i am now

Is a hopeless fight

The deep traces

Of your last steps

Have imprisoned my

Frantic troubled mind

If i cried now

Would you come by

And take me back to

My own true life

But i need your pain

To see me through

If i cried now

Would you let me go