I travelled roads of broken souls
and came upon an inn.
Within that inn I met a girl,
who's light was getting dim.
I saw the embers, of dying light,
shine still within her eyes,
and here I thought with pity,
of when her soul must die.
I know she'll step back on that road,
and feel the truth of pain.
And then her soul shall be reborn,
to do it all again.
But here she sits, yet deep in cups,
and out the window peers.
With bloodshot eyes, and shaking hands,
she looks into her fears.
So now what once had shone before,
within those eyes, now sleep.
For she has finally lost the light,
to dwell in darkness deep.
So then I stood beside her,
then took in mine, her hand.
Then led her to her future,
inside that tortured land.
For mine is such a woeful task,
I help the strays come back.
But not to walk on heaven's path,
instead upon dread's track.
And though I'd like to heal these souls,
there destiny lies here.
To live within this world of damned,
and be consumed by fear.