stories

Darkness in the hallow streets
these demons eat what's left of me
my silent cry,I watch them sleep
of fires burned this wound is deep
I sit in solitude as the world goes by
as fate wears thin,their fate to die
of fate to live I know so small
by the grace of god I've surpassed it all
I've heard the stories, I lived the lies
my only wish is they had tried
This was their story as much as mine
These were their lives, this was their time