I've had my hands stretched out at my brothers' backs, but I still haven't seen their eyes
My lungs have whispered their final appeals, but they've offered up only goodbyes
I've watched as friends threw themselves to the fire to follow the dreams turned to flame before effect
I've been lost for so many years
I can't revive your dreams that died with me
My God, is this mirror me?
Am I the maker of this mundane reality?
Are these the choices that I've made?
Or just the answers reaped from questioning destiny?
I've been dead these past years
I can never reclaim all that you lost in me
Sometimes we give up on our own
Waiting for a sign we're never shown
Just finite souls haunting vapid lives
So I submit to this fight
I've lost the will to thrive
When heavy hands and tired hearts make for limping minds
My shallow mouth feeds you idle lies