rome for douglas p.

		("a penny for the old guy...")
		
		in the time we were lost and scarred in a moment
		tortured by doubt and surrounded by ruins
		yours was the pleasure and mine was the praying
		the works of our lifetime lay crumbled in dust
		
		and when Rome falls
		falls the world
		
		it was blood that i gave you and blood that You worshipped
		blood was your question and blood was your answer
		you spit in the fires and eyes of desires
		and snatched back the words you kept locked in your head
		
		and when Rome falls
		falls the world
		
		and what did you give me?
		a rusted bent death's head
		a black flag that lies bleeding
		a dawn that lies dying
		we wandered through the rubbles
		in the last breaths of morning
		in the empty cathedrals
		in a world that has ceased
		
		and when Rome falls
		falls the world
		
		then make me feel that the world shall turn
		when broken is the faith that kept us alive
		and where shall i go?
		and if i do shall i stumble?
		will anyone catch me when i fall as i must?
		
		and when Rome falls
		falls the world