He always walked down this narrow path, his halo charred and his broken mask. His soul distraught with memories of his past. The choices he made weren't always right, he always smiled and put up the good fight. The reminiscent feeling of holding her near, the taste of her lips is a pain he no longer has to endure. He feared if his brokenness would bend his will. The storm came and tried and he stood still. She isn't around as he reaches out for her hand, he can see what's planned. He chose to stay away after all these years, he sees how happy she is and that leaves him in tears. His fears resurface, and he recollects the time he picked up himself and left all this heart ache behind. He smirks with anger yet vengeance didn't seep back into his heart. He watched her stay happy and left his sorrows and memories of her which tore him apart. He looked up to the heavens and knew why God took away his feelings of and handed him his heart of stone. He doesn't care to cry for her as time does fly. He just walks away stronger thinking live and let die.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
