Mr. Faithful

The ghost that guarded my soul has fled from me

And left me here alone

What was once my tunnel of light became a stinking hole

A rotting conclusion of my life

And at my grave a priest for remembrance should have prayed

Under heroic flags I should have lain

And it makes me want to follow

The way you had in mind

I would hail you for your wisdom

If you would lay your hands in mine

Every minute that I’ve waited

Every hour that I’ve lived

No war would stop me from following you

Even peace can't keep me here

This shrunken shroud doesn’t fit me no more

I have betrayed my honesty

I cry in shame

This shrunken veil doesn’t fit me no more

Unrecognizable to my loved ones

I walk alone

This shrunken shroud doesn’t fit me no more

Unrecognizable to myself

I walk away

Where are the flowers, where is the light

Where is the grave that remembers my life

Where is the glory, where are the priests

Now rise your hands and let us get over with

This life I lived. Was it your knife

Did it end my life. Was it your knife

Did it finish my life. Was it your knife

Did you end my life

Was it your knife