• Walking down this empty street
    Puddles forming at my feet
    So torn and withered in defeat
    Fog settles where my heart once beat

    One step, two step, three step, four
    I count my footsteps on the floor
    A haunting rhythmic metaphor
    That lost its meaning years before

    My teardrops, raindrops fuse to make
    A well, a stream, a putrid lake
    Each step I take my heart does break
    And leaves disaster in its wake

    Walking down this empty road
    Teardrops inching down my nose
    Behind me lies a solid sea
    And I walk forth towards amnesty