Look in the distance
What can be seen
Through red swollen eyes
Reflections

Judgment's been made
The gavel is set
What of the end
Uncertainty

Reaching deep inside
A little more gone
With bruised and calloused heart
Apathy

But what of the boy
Where did he go
And of the man
Hardened

More stripped away
A dying of soul
Where once was warmth
Coldness

Past not reborn
Presents which die
What of the future
Unknown

In all which was torn
All that has gone
That which was lost
Love